Continuing story.

Please read Parts 1 - 8 first to understand where I am in my development.

 

My ‘at school’ boy responded to my challenge of finding somewhere better by inviting me to his house the next day.   Both his parents and his older sister worked, so we had a couple of clear hours after school to be alone.   He told me during the day that we could go to his house, and I was on edge all afternoon in anticipation.   I knew what I wanted to try.
 

Later, at his house, we went to a casual living room overlooking the rear yard.   His goofy looking dog was roaming and looking through the glass doors at us. I didn’t want to waste any of our time.   I unbuttoned and pulled my shirt off while he watched me.   The rest of my clothes followed quickly and he was soon pulling his clothes off too.   His cock sprang up when he pulled his underwear down; already hard.   I wrapped my arms around him and straddled my legs around one of his.   I remember the feel of his cock poking against my belly while I kissed him.   I rubbed my cunt up and down his thigh and could feel the slickness building on his leg.   It was the first time I had felt his skin on mine and I rubbed myself into him, enjoying the feel.   I gripped his cock in my hand, measuring its length, and then dropped to my knees for my second favourite thing.   I pushed my mouth on deeply until I felt my ‘watery eyes’ signal, pulled back, breathed, relaxed and went again.   He groaned loudly and swore when his cock pressed against the back of my throat.   I did it again and again until I felt his hands holding the back of my head.   I knew this sign, and eased up.   I wanted what I was here for.  

 

I wanted to feel what it was like fucking while standing up.   This had been my earlier plan for the park, but had been too difficult.   At first, I tried to put both my legs outside his and stand on my toes.   I pushed his cock down under me until it was rubbing through my lips and tried to lever myself onto it.  I couldn’t get high enough to get it in.   He bent his knees to get further under which helped, but he was too tall for me and I still couldn’t get it in.   The natural way of things took over and he grabbed both my arse cheeks and lifted me up off the floor.   I hooked my hands around his neck, leaned back and he slid into me with a grunt.   I intertwined my ankles behind his back and humped onto him.   This was not exactly what I had imagined, but it was just as good.   He held my arse and pumped me back and forth on him while I just held on and went for the pleasure ride.   His cock was long and this position let me enjoy all of it.   This was feeling very good.

 

What did I look like?   Being held up by a boy and fucked into like a sex doll.

 

 

My rumblings were starting and my boy was not going to last long.   I unlocked my legs and dropped them to the floor, forcing his cock out of me.   He looked at me, disappointed for a moment.   I scooted over to the wall and he followed.   This was what I wanted to try.   Being fucked standing up while pushed against a wall.  

 

I leaned back and he grabbed my arse and lifted me up again so I could throw my legs around his waist.   He drove into me quickly and I rested my back and shoulders against the wall, dropping my arms from around his neck.   I just wanted to hang there, not touching anything, except his cock in me and his arms under my thighs with his hands on my arse to hold me up.

 

God it felt good.   Just do it boy.   Use it for what you want.

 

I rested my head back against the wall and opened my legs wide, inviting him deeper.   He looked at my face, and then stared at my tits, bobbing up and down with his pumping.   I watched him looking at them, feeling my cunt being slapped with his body. When I heard his orgasm groans start before his spurting, it was too much and I went over the edge before I felt his wetness spreading inside me.   The orgasm rolled through me and I went limp on the wall, my groin slumping against him as he fucked into me.   I felt the sloppy wetness of his sperm, squeezing out around his cock as he finished off inside me.   He buckled at the knees a bit and leaned heavily against me to prop himself up.   I was squashed between him and the wall while we recovered our breath.  I slid my legs off his waist and put my feet down on the floor.   He pulled back and his cock slipped out.   I looked down at the wet spots on the floor and wondered how big his load was today.   Surely, it would have to be less.   I squatted slightly and squeezed my stomach and arse muscles again.   I was rewarded with a beautiful long stream of white goo dribbling to the floor.   Man, this boy could deliver by the bucket full.

“Wow; look at that” was all I could say.

 

He then did something that I will always remember and be thankful for.   He dropped to his knees under me and reached up between my legs.   He gripped one labia in each hand and pulled them apart.   He stared at it, looking into me.   When they slipped from his grasp from the wetness he gripped them and stretched them open again.   I helped as best I could, widening my legs to facilitate his view.   I watched his eyes, taking it all in.   I felt very good.   I was helping him, educating him about women.   It felt good to have my cunt looked at.   I liked it; others should too.   I would show it to all of them.  

 

Part 10 to follow.