I am nineteen. And yet to F**K a girl.
can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all youwant.
that wouldn’t change a thing.Or would
Let’s get back to the real storynow again,
shall we? Fine. So…I startedseeing X-
the age of thirteen. I was inHigh school
and always asked myfriends for their
magazines. I lovedwomen (…and still do
course. Wonderhow I shouldn’t when I
gay) and wasalways attracted to more
matured ones(MILFs mostly). Even
craved to fuckone day, I always never
courage toapproach any girl who was
my agebracket to ask her out. This
wouldcontinue with endless fantasies (…
likeGenevieve Nnaji giving me a boob
Howsilly though!), X-rated and
Bynineteen, I had developed what
wasbecoming one of the largest dicks
forsomeone my age. My friends had
alwaystalked about how large it was and
evennever minded telling their girl
wasnever bothered too as I only found
itpleasing and largely a source of man
pride.They claimed the pecker had only
gottenthat big because I started Bleeping
froma very tender age. I knew better but
nevertold them how wrong they were
wereduns after all). Whenever we talked
aboutsex, my experiences with X-rated
alwayslooked to substitute for me and
time,most of them began asking me for
coupletips on how they could please
girls. Itwas quite hilarious! (…and you
whyI called them d*ns. Haha)The closest
gotten to having s*x waswith a visiting
to a neighbor. As aresult of my area of
training I somehowbecame of help to the
neighbor in question.He always gave me
tasks to carry outon his behalf of which
pays me for. I hadjust gotten into my
year in theuniversity and I had a fair idea
what healways gave me to do. It was on
of suchassignments that I got to meet
(now,not the mother of that guy who
thecross. This one is quite not as
.She was far older than myself. At least
shewas fifteen or seventeen years
andmarried. I had gone to my neighbor’s
placeto carry out one of the usual tasks
wholeaves me with only to meet her at
home.After introducing myself, she
inand soon we became friends and
Our conversation was so vast thatwe
began talking about theconsequences of
having lots of weight ashuman. It
an argument as towhich, men preferred
The fat or theslim. I said it was the later
which she didnot totally agree to and I
why. Shewas a bit plump but was
nonethelessmarried although without
triedpresenting all her argue-facts and in
theattempt asked me if I knew what it
likehaving a woman with lots of flesh in
Ianswered like I had tried both of the
before but that could not convinceher.
Subsequently, she raised her flowingskirt
almost entirely up to her waist,revealing
fleshy thighs. While she didso, she held
one of the thighs andasked me if I knew
that succulentthigh meant to most men.
triedemphasizing it by grabbing onto the
fleshthere and bringing herself closer to
Isat. All along I was smiling but not
anyway. And I still assume she
aroused in any way what soever.
after she got as close as shecould
she urged me to feel theflesh. Her skirt
still held to her hip byone hand while the
other grabbed theunderneath of the
question. Weboth were still joking and
about itat the same time. I still had
ofcontinuing with the task for which I
visitedand all I planned to do was settle
theargument and return to the work.
sherepeated the request, I laughed and
she had too much flesh and how I
it. To this, she further asked me tofeel
thighs and that I never knewanything
plump women. I respondedby placing a
on it, telling her it madeno difference on
I felt and removed myhand. She rejected
attempt and insistedI would do so again.
even said I wouldhave to try to grab the
with bothhands. I laughed and said it
notnecessary. She made a face and said
shenever liked what I was doing. In
Isuccumbed and made to grab her laps
assuggested. However, mistakenly, as I
I unintentionally dipped my right
fingersthrough the cut of her panties
therebyfinding her crotch (and how I
themiracle!). She was partly damp there
whichI felt was from sweat. But equally
ofcurly hair. My other hand had held
theother side of her laps and was
alreadymaking a move to lift the
thing.But with the right one right inside
herpanties, everything paused. She did
notutter a word and even when I said I
wassorry and tried taking my hand away,
sheshut up her thighs and caught my
inbetween both legs. I remained stuck.
Shepulled me towards her and that
myhands straight to her wet Kittycat
Ionly made little additional effort and
twofinger found their way into her
yearningpussy! Unfortunately for her, we
onlyabout to get anything going when
wesuddenly heard a knock on the door.
Thiswas followed by her sister’s return.
hadbeen alone all along. My
subsequentattempt to get this completed
wascompletely futile as I was told she
thenext day. Poor Danny! Really poor,
Now I only use that for my fantasies.
imagine myself completing theprocess.
Locating her Kittycat with the
fingering them and getting to pulloff her
panties. This would be followed byeither
sucking of her Kittycat; which I seeas
coveted desires; or giving heran instant
Nonetheless, all this willkeep being
and nothing more.Well, that was about
closest attemptand as you can see, if
woefully. Nowcan we talk about more
important issues oflife? Good.I am the
son. And in a family of twoissues, it
means I have just onesister.
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