“I’m going to need some more lube,” she said.
She tossed the empty tube back in the drawer. Her hand went around the middle of my cock
and rubbed the lube all over it.
“God damn. That stuff is cold,” I said.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yeah. It feels great.”
She rubbed the grease up and down the shaft of my cock and over the head until it was
completely covered. She wiped her hand clean with a couple of tissues.
“Let’s see if we can get it in my cunt now,” she said.
She got up on her knees, put one hand on my stomach and lifted her leg over me. Her
knees were at my waist, on either side. My cock touched her ass. She reached between her
legs for my cock and positioned it so the head was touching the opening to her pussy.
My hands were shaking. I put them on her thighs, mainly because I didn’t know what else
to do with them. Carla leaned back, pressing her weight down on my cock. She clenched
her teeth, like she was trying to chew through a rope, and pressed herself down harder.
Her pussy opened, and the head of my cock slipped inside her.
She gasped and stopped, holding herself still over me. She let herself down a little
further on my cock. I squeezed her thighs. Her pussy was warm and tight, even with that
cold grease.
“Holy shit, Randy. That’s a lot of cock,” she said.
She worked herself up and down on my cock real slow. The cold grease made a weird
squishing sound, which was not the sound I was expecting when I had the chance to fuck the
hottest girl in school. It didn’t seem to bother Carla, though. She rocked herself up
and down and in a few minutes, she had settled all of her weight on top of me. I was
amazed. How did she manage to take all of my cock inside her? Where did she put all of
it?
She was sitting straight up over me. Her eyes were closed and she had a vague smile on
her lips.
“I bet that feels really good, doesn’t it, Randy?” she said.
She was rocking herself slowly up and down on my cock. I groaned.
“Oh my God. You have no idea,” I said.
She smiled a little bigger. She opened her eyes and looked down at me.
“Randy, give me your hands,” Carla said.
I held up my hands. What in the world did she want with my hands?
She took them in her hands and put them on her boobs. I froze. My whole body tensed.
“What’s matter, Randy? You’ve touched boobs before, haven’t you?” Carla said.
I shook my head. My hands were just resting on her boobs, and my palms were sweating.
Since the first day I saw Carla, I wanted to feel her boobs. Now that I had my hands on
them, I was too shocked to move.
“It’s ok, dude. You can squeeze them. They’re not going to break,” she said.
I licked my lips. With my fingers, I gave her boobs a gentle squeeze. They were soft
and supple in my light grip, not like I imagined at all. Carla nodded.
“That’s it. Ok. Now move your hips up and down,” she said.
I nodded. That sounded easy, but how was I supposed to do two things at once? My hands
squeezed a little harder on her boobs. It took a moment to work out the coordination. My
hips thrust up as if they were operating on their own.
Carla gasped. The head of my cock bumped against something inside her. She fell forward
over me and put her hands on my shoulders.
“Oh God, yes. Just like that,” she said in a low, soft voice.
“Did that hurt? Was that too hard?” I said.
She shook her head. Her eyes were still squeezed shut.
“No. That’s fine. That’s good. Keep doing it like that. Fuck me like that,” she said
in that low, soft voice again.
She was rocking up and down on me. My cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. I did
as she told me and pushed up with my hips. I could feel the head of my cock hitting deep
inside her belly, and Carla whimpered each time. If I was hurting her, she didn’t let it
show.
I kept pushing up with my hips, shoving my cock deep into her pussy, making Carla moan
and whimper. My hands were squeezing her beautiful boobs harder. I made her cum once.
Could I do it again with my cock?
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