Young masturbaing Girl learns the ropes. To be Coninued...
I reached for the latch with tears coming down my face. Unlocking the door I let my pants fall back down to my knees. Melinda gently reached and lifted my fallen chin and with a warm smile wiped my face. Again she pleaded with me to calm down as she knelt down to help with my pants. “You need a little cleaning up,” she said gently reaching for some tissue and wiping the inside of my thighs. I felt a warm feeling come over me, and I didn’t notice at first that she had paused on my drenched panties, feeling my overly warm young pussy with the back of her hand. I didn’t move, even though I was aware of the moment. It was at that time we heard my mother at the door asking about us. As though Melinda had experience in getting out of situations in the past, she without a hesitation or bobble zipped and buttoned my pants with ease, and quickly met my mother at the door.
I waited a few moments before leaving the restroom unsure of the situation outside. Nervously, I exited only to hear my mom thank Melinda for something my bewildered mind could not comprehend. Then she kissed my forehead telling me she would call me tomorrow.
Only after several minutes later, already in the car with Melinda, did I remember my parent’s engagement for the night and how I had begged to be excused from the affair.
It was several minutes, I think, before she broke the ice. “Don’t fret about today,” she said grabbing my hand and giving me a light squeeze “It is quite natural.” I relaxed a bit and leaned my head on her shoulder. “How long have you been masturbating in public,” she asked? I almost cried again, and I would have until she admitted she still did the same. I told her I thought I had a problem, but she just laughed and revealed the only problem I had was overly oppressive parents.
The twenty-minute ride home was a turning point in my life. She confessed about her sexual exploits and answered my many questions about sex. She explained how in particular she loved a young black friend of her son, and how his enormous ten-inch cock made her feel my age again. I had already felt my primal urges rearing their selves again, but when she bought me my first taste of alcohol something changed in those urges. No longer did I want to fantasize about my exploits, I wanted to live them out.
When we got to her house, I had already downed my first wine-cooler, and Melinda continued her education by popping my first porn movie in the VCR. She disappeared somewhere in her house, and as the tape played, I began to want her to touch me again though I did not know how to initiate the play.
She returned on the phone involved a conversation she abruptly ended when I glanced in her direction. She just asked if I was enjoying the movie and sat down beside me.
This was my first live action viewing of sexual relations, and little good did the hasty cleanup do, as my panties were once again soaked. I sat in erotic amazement as two gorgeous women ate each other while a long cocked black man eased his amazing cock in and out- inch by inch!