*The Fountain of Youth … a true story from some day*
I fucked a young girl last night, 16 years old, perfect and ripe. I see nothing wrong with it and there were no bad vibes in any way. For everybody’s relaxation, I should add that I’m 26, so there’s a decade between us, and I’m a bit of a late bloomer, so I havn’t tried being with someone her age even when I were younger. Most of the girls I’ve been with today have been anywhere between 22-30, so in a way I feel like I’m reddeming my lost teens and all those past years I for some reason were shy, insecure and interested in other things. (This affair is still going on btw, we both instantly clicked and were each others absolute objects of desire from the time we met last night in a small provinsial town after I took the train to see her and her 18 year old friend, half expecting to have my first threesome, since they sent me snapchats of each other and my new love told me her friend thought I was cute).
Luckily, and justly, I come from a part of the enligthened world, where the sexual age of consent is 15, and I would never break the law by going beneath that, not do I have a desire to. But this girl was different. I didn’t know untill a couple days of chat, that she was that young; I quickly got suspicious when she said she had to check with her mom if she could go to the city, which she had done before in the weekends to party with a girlfriend. After getting told her age, I wrote to her calmy explaining the difference in age, but she didn’t seem to care, and besides, she definetely knew how to get my attention in her black glasses and her confident, sensual look from the pictures on the dating app. So after having done the rest of my studies and having ate in the city, I ended up heading down south in anticipation, thinking “you only live once, and she seems legit”, after having contemplated the cultural differences between us, and the potentially sedating night I might be in for, drinking drinks with 2 teenagers and sleeping over at her moms apartment with all grown ups out of sight. . .
Anyway. When I arrived, she was wearing some blouse with lingeri showing on her tits one ornamentally patterned strap across each breast, which drove me absolutely crazy, especially since she was so open about wanting to have sex with me without being boring or vulgar about it, which I find unexiting … (in this regard, something could class her a bit below me in physical appearance, you might say – I’ve recently discovered my outer attraction on females in general – in that she had a tiny bit of chubb, but exactly in the right, soft places, with extremely firm, soft and lavishly sized tits (I might again add that my first girlfriend had an amazing pair of silicone tits size H, but I ended up, among other things, complementing her profoundly on the extreme untouched beauty of these handfulls, and she loved having me touch them at all times, even as we just lay there or went to sleep together)).
So far, I’ve skipped completely from the time I laid my eyes on her and started kissing and touching her passionately to the great distress and/or amusement of her friend, which had been stood up (we should have been 4) and were trying to get some other guy from her network over snapchat to come during the rest of the evening. to when we returned from the bar and prepared the sofa for some unio mystica – the unity between our bodies and souls with god, or either way from our bodies and animalistic temperaments. She was so horny for me. It was perfect. I played with her tits and kissed her from her neck to her stomach to her pussy, every step of the way timing it with sensitivity, adjusting to her anticipatory excitement through active empathy. I licked the outer parts of her pussy one time and went slowly up again (I’ve never licked a pussy before, but I’m sure I’ll get the pleasure next time I see her), and gently thrusted the tip of my penis into her unexplainably wet, tight and tailor made opening, while grabbubg her left beast, biting the nipple and licking around it while imposing my rythm on her, becoming one with her soft and recieving figure.
I have rarely fallen so naturally into that majesic place where every movement is synchronized because the girl loves the way you get turned on by her and subsequently want to dominate her, which then turns her further on till the combination ends up exploding, which it did, several times. Her blue eyes were so loving and giving, her mouth and kisses were delicate, although she was a little sparse with the tongue, except for the times she knew that I wanted her tongue, and she would give it to me in a moment of extacy, perhaps initiated by an elaborte ‘teasing and relieving’ in the thrust technique (if there is such a thing) for the purposes of getting her in my hypnotic power.
I grabbed her hair. Actually, my dick was suffering from not having pissed some of the alchol during the evening out, so in various short moments, mostly duing the beginning, I wasn’t fully erect, and my penis isn’t too large to begin with (but in this case, as in others, it wasn’t a problem, and especially in this case, since we were a perfect match, since I have what is called a Bull in Kamasutra, and she has a Deer). So because of this minor wobblyness of the first of many, almost nonstop in a way I’ve never experienced before, chains of missionary positions on her moms couch, I didn’t believe her when she said she came the first time we did it (it lasted about 15 minutes and she didn’t moan particularly wild at any point, as she said to try to keep it down for the sake of her friend next door). After the second time where she didn’t come and the third were she came so hard during the best minutes and seconds of my life, I started to believe her the following times, when she told me she came, also because I stated to figure her out and it became more obvious. (Trust me guys, hardcore ftw – as you know – but with a mixture of soft and hard, in the right places, most girls will lose there fucking minds – and apparently, if they’re 16, this is multiplied by the surprising element of more experienced, passionate and assertive feelings).
I could probaly go on. . . I havn’t even described her innocent looking, but attitude having sweet, sweet, photoshop- or moisturizing cream ad looking face, or the fact that she gets only A’s in school (always a big + for me), or how we talked and kissed intimately, carelessly and freely inbetween the sex, me playing with her G-spot, or when I woke up the next morning and fucked her again. And again.
I’ve already carried on for too long. This is the first and perhaps last erotic story I write, but I want you to know that it’s all true, it’s all legal, life is good and she’s taking the train up north to the city within a couple of days or a week (depending on permission from her mom), and no matter if it’s possible to get to love or form a couple with a girl as young as that, I just felt a truly amazing sexual connection, and even though I’ve had my share of good pussies (especially 4-5 absolutely stunning model type beauties), this pussy – the fit of this pussy! – was the best, the most completely gripping and moist little thing I have ever had the pleasure of pounding, playing with and owning the way I did, and I can’t wait till she comes to visit me and I get a sense of her young, delicate being and sexual intuition again (yes, this girl loves sex; a good sign is the enthusiasm with which she hit the back of her throat while sucking my dick, to the point where I had to grip and pull her hair to get her off me and begin to steer her head proper, while at the same time enjoying the subtety and intimacy of touch).
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/9mtqq2/the_fountain_of_youth_a_true_story_from_yesterday