Chapter 2: Rough Fucker

After losing my virginity, I began having intense sexual urges for girls and women. Plus, I finally get to experiment with Carol on anal sex.

It had been three days since I lost my virginity to Carol. Everywhere I went, I looked at women and girls, imagining how it would be to fuck them. While walking, riding my bike or on the bus, I would cautiously check each one out. Then, as more and more time passed, I craved for them like a starved animal. Even when I went to Jim’s house, I missed out on getting ‘some’. “Sorry, Brian. You missed Carol by thirty minutes. Day late and a dollar short, kid”, he’d say. He did reassure me that this Saturday, if I came over early, she’d be there. “She’s been wondering if she scared you off”, he said. He obviously told her that was a huge, NO. I had a lot to learn. Which, with the way my mind was wandering, patience was going to be on my side.

Saturday came and after doing my morning routine ( mowing the lawn and showering ), I went to the bus stop and headed to Jim’s house. After arriving, and getting off the bus, I always took the same route to his house. I’d get off on Firestone Blvd, go east to Hooper St, then right down the first alley, take another left down that alley and walk to 83rd St and then to Jim’s. After I got laid I found myself more alert, more attuned to my surroundings. For instance, when I walked or rode my bike through alleys, I never really looked at the houses, or the backyards that had chainlink fences. I just cruised on by, never a care. Today, however, was different and I observed a lot of people in their yards. A lot of them were women, old, middle aged, young and even younger, such as myself. My mind wandered with all the possibilities.

Finally, I made it to Jim’s and immediately set forth getting tools and materials set up, for a project I had been helping him with. Jim was teaching me how to work metal and at the ‘ripe old age’ of 12, I was damn good. I love metal. After I got everything set up, Carol came out to the garage and said, “hey, Brian! Where have you been? Missed seeing you the past few times”. “Ya, I kept trying to get here in hopes of seeing you again, but was always late”, I responded. Carol followed up with, “Well, soon as you and Jim finish up with whatever you two are working on, he’ll be leaving to shoot pool at the bar. Which means….we can finish up our last ‘conversation’. Okay?”. She then left and went back inside the house. For the first time ever, I didn’t want to weld.

Day was done, so I squared everything away in the garage. Jim got his shit and left with a smile. I made it inside and was met by Carol, wearing just a sheer blue teddy. Her tits we’re barely hidden, the crotch area was unsnapped and I could see her beautiful pussy, which looked shaved this time. I ran right to her and as I hurried to bury my face there, she stopped me short. “You gotta learn a few things first kid, about having sex and the very first thing is, get your little 12 year old butt in the shower. Your not touching me after working in the garage and having welding smell on you. Go!”. I ran to the shower as quickly as I could and, stuck with what I know: I clean everything and everywhere. Hygiene was very important to my parents and that was conveyed right up until the day they died.

I got out of the shower and didn’t feel as rushed, as before. Carol was in the living room and had placed a sheet and blanket on the floor. Jim’s house was always immaculate and I found the setting to be terrific, even better than the bedroom. Without a word, Carol took my towel away and tossed it to the side. The front window had the drapes wide open and I could see the cars passing by. That area of LA had huge lots, still does, and the front yards are big. “Don’t worry sweety, nobody will see”, carol said and then, took my partially hard cock into her mouth and began sucking. It felt different this time, in that she wasn’t trying to set a speed record like before. Her suction was still the same, but her rhythm was slower, more methodical if you will and her hand cupped my balls, squeezing them tight. After a few minutes of squeezing, she spread my legs further apart, wrapped her thumb and index finger around them, then began tugging and shaking my ball sack.

I uttered “Oh, oh, OH, FUCK, OH!”, with her saying “Don’t shoot just yet, try to control it. Don’t shoot. Just relax and try to make it last”. She then resumed. The first time she gave me head, I exploded in like 3 minutes. This time…. I blew like a volcano in 10 minutes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!”, was all I said. She sucked even as I was shooting my hot load into her mouth and didn’t stop until she drained everything out. My legs we’re wobbling and I was dizzy, so dizzy, I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. Carol was laughing so hard, she rolled onto her side and laid next to me. “You alright”, she said, chuckling still. I was breathing very hard, almost like was hyperventilating, but managed a “Yep, just dizzy. My eyes are blurry”. Carol gave my cock a couple more good sucks, before she stood up.

“Okay, Tiger! You good enough to taste my pussy?”. I barely nodded, before she knelt over my face and planted her pussy right over my mouth. “Let’s see if you can remember what to do, from all those movies I’m sure you’ve seen”. Using her left index and middle fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart and lowered her clit onto my tonue, which I already had out and ready for action. My god, I will never forget the taste, the feeling, the scent of Carol’s pussy. Seriously, right to this very day, there has only been one other pussy I can think of, that tasted and smelled that good. And, her clit, which was large and very bulbous, is what I judge all women on. Love big clits. I musta’ been remembering correctly, because Carol was making all sorts of noises as her hips rocked around in a circle and her hands clutched her tits.

Periodically, again thanks to watching porn, I would venture away from the clit, licking her lips and sticking my tongue in her vaginal canal. “Damn I love a long tongue” she said, as I swirled my tongue inside her hole. But, I would always return to the clit and spend more time there. I think Carol didn’t even make it to 10 minutes, before she started gasping, her body tightened and then she shook like an epileptic, letting out an “Oooooh, gawd”, as she grabbed my head. Whatever the term used back then was, it would be the equivalent of what I say today: Gotcha’ Bitch’. Fuck, I was so proud of myself. I gave an older woman an awesome orgasm!

Carol and I took a rest, with me grabbing a soda and her having a cigarette out back. She turned, looked at me and said, “Wow, I can’t believe I’m fucking a 12 year old. I certainly hope you haven’t been telling everyone, or anyone, have you?”. “Nope, not a soul. I promise!” And, I didn’t. Not even my three best friends knew. I understood the consequences for her, and possibly Jim, if anyone found out. Jim was my friend, my parents friend when they were alive, and he always helped my older brother and I out. Carol, jeeze, no way would I do anything to hurt her or get her in trouble. Besides, I was getting an awesome education in sex waaaay before everyone else. Also, I grew up in an era, and an area of LA where ‘if you snitch, you’re a bitch’. Today, I shake my head every time I hear of some junior high or high school student, fucking over a teacher, a friends mom or the neighbor, because they couldn’t keep their fucking mouth shut and or, stay off social media. Then act like they were ‘abused’… And always a white kid. Fucking embarrassing. Anyway, back to it.

Back inside the house, Carol laid some ground rules. “Sweetie, if a girl isn’t ‘moist’, always use some sort of lubricant”, as she grabbed a small bottle of KY. “On the pussy, if everything is nice n’ tidy, well, you can use your tonue to get things dripping wet. But for backdoor action, gotta use a lube”. I asked “why can’t the tongue, well, saliva, work?” “Awe, sweetie, you’ve been looking at too much roman porn. Saliva doesn’t stay slick for long, at least not for a penis acting like a piston and the rectum doesn’t produce lubrication like a vagina does. A vagina is meant to have penis in it, where as the rectum, well, you know the answer for that”. I agreed about the rectum part and it’s intended purpose, but said ” I’m just fascinated in it. In the mags and movies, the women’s faces turn me on when I see a dick in their butt. I know it’s just a mag, or a movie, but I still want to try it”.

Carol agreed, to a point, about my views. “Tiger, let me tell you this much. They might be in a magazine, or a movie, but the faces they make are real. No matter how much lube is used, it is uncomfortable, and can be, downright painful. And if a cock is really long, or like in your case… extremely thick, it can even be worse”. “I love anal sex”, she continued, “but only when I’m lubed up good and not with a horse cock in it. Your only about 6 and half inches, but thick. You’ll need to promise me, promise ME, you’ll not fuck me there rough. Okay?”. I promised, but felt like I should have had my fingers crossed behind my back. The day I lost my virginity to her, I couldn’t help the urge to be rough. Dominate. Even after, while looking at women and girls my age, I envisioned me wildly fucking them as they moaned, groaned, cried and screamed.

Carol took my cock in her mouth again and sucked me back to a hard erection, then as she played with it, she applied the KY to her pussy and dug deeper, putting more to her rectum, making sure she got it inside as well. “Vaseline, works best for the backdoor” she added, “but this will do”. I got between her legs, found that sweet, sweet pussy and drove it home. Carol was ready for me this time and her pussy was well lubed, not to mention it was limbered up from my earlier oral work. I started off fine, but the longer I fucked, the more aggressive I got and found that between her groans, the sweat and her insisting that I ‘slow down’, ‘go easy’ and ‘wait, wait!’, I found myself pinning her down and again, fucking her roughly, if not downright savagely.

Carol was only 5′ or so, and maybe 110 lbs, thin and essentially, overall, not strong. Where as I was 5’6″ and a strong and muscular 12 year old. She was definitely not a match for me as I pounded away at her snatch, my hands pinned her arms above her head, which was thrashing from side to side and she had a look of agony on her face, especially when I bottomed out, where the thickness at the base of my shaft was widest and smashed into her, pulling apart her tight canal. “Fuck, Tiger, goddamn, baby please, please, please, not so rough”. I for some reason, totally ignored her. I was enjoying my conquest over her. Her groans and pleas all stopped, turning more to a whimpering cry. I pulled out quickly, rolled her onto her stomach, spread her legs open using my knees and with one solid thrust, rammed my cock back into her pussy. Her grunting was all guttural from this point on.

She did manage to position herself onto her knees, just so her tits weren’t being smashed into the floor from my rough pounding. After she got us into this position, I stood briefly, squatted, grabbed her hips just above the waist and commenced the pounding. Almost all my senses were animalistic at this point, the sound of wet meat smacking, her guttural groans and whimpering and now, now the view of her wet shiny butthole, lubricated and sweaty, was in full view. I kept pounding her pussy for several more minutes, my right thumb began circling her anus, poking it occasionally and inserting if halfway. Carol only acknowledged the intrusion slightly, with just a heavy ‘sigh’. She later told me, “The way you we’re fucking me without a care in the world and when I felt your thumb go in my ass… I just resigned myself to accept what was going to happen next”. Honestly, she was right. I was going to take that ass. My way.

I pulled my cock right out of her pussy and pushed the tip of it into her anus. It was moist, but not as wet as it looked. Knowing it wouldn’t be of any use to resist, Carol said, “Tiger, put some more lube on it, please”. Without pulling out the tip, I reached onto the end table, grabbed the lube and squirted a huge glob around her stretched anus and exposed portion of my cock. Throwing the tube, I smeared the remaining KY on the rest of my shaft and bamm, stuffed it in full length all the way to the balls. My god, the sound Carol made was so exciting to my ears. ” OH, FUCK! NO, NO, NO, PULL OUT, PULL OUT, PA-LEEEESE, PULL OUT”. Her pleas all but faded into crying and loud whimpers. No way was I going to pull out. There was no amount of head or pussy, that could compare to having my cock buried in her asshole. All the sensations of it’s tightness and feel, combined with her noises, made this the best sex yet. I became, at this point, addicted to anal sex and every girl or woman down the road, was going to have this done to them. That much I knew.

I fucked Carol aggressively, but stopped pounding her ass as hard as I would her pussy. I saw that when I first started, it was hurting her bad. I really liked Carol and didn’t want to hurt her, so I slowed down and didn’t ram it in hard. I musta’ been in her butthole for 30 minutes or better. I wanted to cum so bad, but didn’t want it to end, but finally Carol had to say something. “Tiger, baby, please shoot your load. I’m hurting so bad, please, please, shoot”. And with that, I had three strong ejaculations and didn’t grind them in either. I slowed, then stopped completely and kaboom, shot my ropes inside her. My feet tingled and my toes were completely numb, from the extended squatted position I’d been in for 30+ minutes. ” Carol, I can’t move. My feet are all numb and I can’t feel anything “, I said to her. She started laughing and told me not to move, that she’d crawl out instead.

Without being able to have her support under me, I collapsed onto the blanket, my feet still numb and aching. Carol, I will never forget, straightened my legs and rubbed my feet. Even after I regained feeling again, she continued to rub them. I apologized for being rough and hurting her, especially while in her ass. “It’s okay, Tiger. I’ve had my fare share of ‘rough ones’ in my 35 years. But, we’re going to need to work on that. Girl’s your age won’t be so able to take the fucking you’re wanting to deal out. And if you do, use lot’s of lube. Vaseline works great”. I said, “Okay” and just relaxed as Carol continued rubbing my legs and feet. In almost a visionary statement to me, Carol added, “Tiger, if, when, you get the urge and I’m not available, just be careful with those urges. Okay?”. I just nodded and smiled.

To be continued in Chapter 3

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