1. What I Think About When I Masturbate - Part 6 - The Number 38


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Quiteshygirl, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    “Good morning, “ he says and sits. “Hello.” I gaze down the lane. “There is no number 38, is there?” I say quietly, not looking at him. There is a pause. “No, no... I'm afraid there isn’t," he says, eventually. I stare out of the window. “I think I’m ready,” I whisper. “Yes, I think you are.” I stand and face him. He sits and watches as I unbutton my white blouse and remove it. Then, I unclip my pink skirt, unzip it, and take it off, placing it on the seat. I smile shyly at him. He reaches up and unclips the front of my bra, exposing my small, firm breasts to the cool air. My nipples are already hard, slightly upturned and puffy with arousal. He removes my bra, then cups my breasts in his warm hands, gently squeezing them and caressing my nipples with his fingers. They tingle at his touch, sending shocks of arousal straight to my pussy. I reach down and begin to slip my white cotton panties down. As my bare, smooth pussy is revealed, he takes over, leaning forward to pull my panties down to my ankles. I step out of them. I stand before him, completely naked in the bus shelter, except for a pair of sandals on my feet, and he gazes at my nubile, slender body, revealed fully to him for the first time. My heart is pounding because he is the first man to ever see me naked. In the silence, his hands pass over my body, gently caressing me as I stand in front of him. “You are just like her... every part of you reminds me of her,” he says, quietly, his hand making its way up my ...
    inner thigh until it reaches my smooth, shaven lips. As I stand there, he rubs them, and then slides a finger along my slit. “Turn around,” he says, softly. I turn and stand facing the open entrance to the shelter, looking out into the lane, and behind me I hear him get to his feet, and take his trousers down. “Bend over.” I bend forward, holding the sides of the wooden entrance, my head outside the shelter. I feel his hand slide between my legs and gently push them wider apart, then up to my exposed, protruding pussy. His fingers slip between my lips and I gasp as he enters my dripping folds. “She was so wet, just like you are now, the day I took her virginity,” he whispers. Then I feel the wet head of his penis sliding between my upper thighs, rubbing against my outer lips, back and forth. I moan with pleasure, and bend over further, looking down between my legs to see his erection slipping back and forth against my swollen pussy. Without a word, he slides it into my vagina. I gasp, taken by surprise at how big it feels inside my virgin pussy. I feel his hands take hold of my hips and pull me against him, pushing his cock in deeper, immediately reaching my natural barrier. I feel the pressure of him against it, and then he pulls back out. “Please, be careful,” I gasp, holding on tightly to the wooden doorway. In response, he pushes hard, and forces his penis in deeper. I feel a sudden intense pain deep inside and let out an involuntary cry, as I realise that he has torn me. As ...
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