Continuing on from Part 1, my wife, Cindy, and I were about to finish up with Darcy. And I’ve added in a little of our history together.
Riding ‘Our Little Iowa Hayseed’
“Oh. OH, You’re really serious”, Darcy said nervously, “Jack!, Cindy!, I, I…. I don’t know if my…. Pussy can handle that right now. Seriously, your fucking hung. My husband’s is great, but it’s not as long, and definitely NOT ANYWHERE, as this thick as you, Jack. And, I’m swollen from this ‘soccer ball’ in my belly”.
I, along with my beautiful wife, Cindy, reassured her I would be gentle. “Darcy. The last thing I want to do, or would do, is hurt you. I’ve, well, made love to a couple of other pregnant women, who were into the same pregnancy time as you. If you don’t want to try, then we won’t. It’s a ‘no harm, no foul’ situation. Okay, ‘Our little, Iowa Hayseed’.
Darcy smiled when I called her that. She felt out of place in the Los Angeles area. Her eyes darted back and forth, between looking at me and at Cindy. Finally, her eyes fixed onto Cindy as if looking for guidance. Cindy shrugged her shoulders and said, “It’s your choice, Baby Girl, Don’t look at me for the answer. And, if you’re worrying about ‘our arrangement’, don’t. Your sweet. I’ve liked you from the minute we first talked on the phone”. Then, with a huge Cindy smile and a wink, “And Jack likes you too. And not because of the sex”.
Darcy looked at me like a child with trusting eyes, closed her’s and nodded. Slowly, I pushed my meat inside her, my large head partially cover by foreskin, pierced through her swollen vaginal opening and entered deep inside her canal. Darcy, her arms extending along her body, clawed the sheets, wiggling her body as she tried to accept my ‘member’ and let out a whimpering cry. I felt the portion of my foreskin, that was held tightly near the back of my head, snap loose and flow along my shaft. It was an amazing feeling, that never happened until now.
Cindy, sighed loudly, “Oooooh, so nice. Bury it, Baby. Bury it deep”. I plunged balls deep, held for several seconds and began pumping, long slow thrusts at first, then fast jabs. Darcy’s eyes popped out, mouth wide open and unable to speak. Just heavy breathing and the sound of sex, that ‘slop, slop, slop’ noise of a cock working a wet pussy. The springs of the trundle bed we’re getting a workout, squeaking non-stop. Then, Darcy shook and gasped loudly. Her body fell limp.
Cindy quickly whispered in my ear, “Baby. Pull out halfway. I want to see our cock pulsating when you cum”. That didn’t take long. I pulled out halfway, as requested and began ejaculating hard. Cindy took her right index finger and thumb, placed them on the shaft and gently stroked the exposed sides. “Mmmmmmm, yeah, Baby. Yeah, so, so good”,
Cindy and I…. Our first time
Cindy and I, as related in Part 1, grew up together in East LA. A predominantly Mexican area, with just a dabble of white families who had a long history there and did not feel the need to move, but instead, decided to integrate with Latino’s. My parents included. They, however, just never knew I would take it to a whole new level. Cindy and I were friends going back to kindergarten. Inseparable. Both families, for the most part, excepted our friendship, thinking it wouldn’t go above that. Then, when we were 12, her and I disappeared from her sister’s Quinceanera.
“Let’s go” , Cindy said, “I’ll meet you at the 2nd gate into the park. I have to grab something from the house, then I’ll be right there”. I walked slowly, hoping Cindy would catch up. I loved being with her and hated being separated. Even though we lived 8 houses apart, it seemed, when we had to go home, we we’re miles apart. I made it to the gate and waited. As I watched her running down the sidewalk, the dim street lamps reflected off her beautiful yellow, festival dress. We kissed and hugged, then found a secluded spot in the trees.
Cindy laid out the blanket, turned around and said, “Hey, help me with this. Quick, unzip my dress”. “Wha, what?”, I responded. “Duuuuh, un….. zip….. my….. dress, stupido”, she countered. Even though we kissed all the time, and hugged a lot, including ‘copping a feel’ here and there, we’d never seen each other naked. I did as she asked, with shaky hands, and then helped her remove the dress. I’ll never, ever forget that moment. Besides needing to grab the blanket, she also needed to bring a hanger. After putting the dress on the hanger, she handed it to me. “Here, don’t even drop it. Needs to stay clean! So hang it on a good limb!”.
After getting it hung and safe, I turned around and there she was. Standing completely naked on the blanket, her hands on her hips, standing confident and almost defiant, her beautiful smile was brilliant, as the moon, and dim lights, reflected off her white teeth. Her brown skin shined from the mixture of perspiration and her coconut skin lotion. As we kissed, her hands got busy unbuttoning my dress shirt, then my belt got unbuckled and then unbuttoning my new jeans. I had to sit to take those off…. They were 501’s, what can I say.
We stood, completely naked, except for my socks and began touching each other’s bodies. Kissing as we explored, Cindy said, “Oh my god! Jack…. your ‘Chorizo’. It’s, it’s huge. Looks like an ‘Elephant’s trunk’ “, as she tugged on the tight foreskin. She then went to her knees, playing with my meat until it was hard as a rock and, attempted to put it in her mouth.
She said, “Let me know if I’m doing it right, Okay? I’ve never done this. Or maybe, just maybe, I should get Romero’s little sister to come show me how!”. With that, she grabbed my balls and squeezed, uttering, “NO MORE! No more anything from her. Your my guy. Not her’s. RIGHT! UNDERSTAND! No more!”. Her head was slightly tilted upwards and she was not smiling. She glared into my eyes, looking at me like a mountain lion does, before it pounces on it’s prey. I agreed, emphatically.
If you remember from Part 1, Romero’s sister was 10 and right after I turned 12, I convinced her to start giving me blowjobs. Somehow, Cindy found out. She knew I never had my cock in a vagina before, but knew I was getting ‘serviced’ orally, by that guy’s little sister. I never asked how she found out, as kids or since our marriage. I just knew I was done. Well, until 3 years later when we had our first threesome. I’ll tell that story, maybe, later on.
Now, back to Cindy and I on our first night. Cindy, now having made her point, got back to ‘Sealing the Deal’ and began sucking my ‘elephant trunk’. She did real good, considering her small mouth had a big piece of meat in it, that stretched her virgin mouth. It was amazing and her teeth only dragged a few times, gently. I eventually pulled out and showed her how to pull back my thick foreskin which was always held tight, even when limp, because of my head being quite large itself.
Once she had enough and tasted my precum, she laid down, resting on her elbows, her legs spread open and knees bent, motioning me to join her. I immediately went to reciprocate by ‘going down’ on her, but was stopped short from a smack to my head. “NO, stupido!”, she said, “Next time. I’m, I’m not fresh. It’s been a few hours since I showered. Just, just…. Put it in me”. As you, the reader can see, Cindy was, and can still be, just a little on the dominate side.
I remember, clearly, us two virgins, just 12 years old, on a blanket, in the park, her vagina ready, soaking wet and extremely tight, struggling to receive my disproportionately large ‘member’. Even with extra saliva added, we struggled. Once I remembered to pull my foreskin back, it made it somewhat easier. Cindy whimpered as my bulbous head began entering her small, tight, vaginal opening. I was grunting the entire time.
“OH, ow, ow, ow”, Cindy muttered, her legs wrapped around me, just below my butt cheeks. “OW! Jesus’ Christo!”, she screamed out. At that moment, as my head pushed in just a bit further, my sweet, sweet Cindy, my best friend since kindergarten, was no longer a virgin. And nor was I. Being unfamiliar with the use of my cock here, I instinctively kept pushing it in deeper, harder and eventually faster, causing Cindy to wrap her arms around me tightly.
As we laid there, our bodies intertwined, I furiously pumped my meat inside her tight, wet hole, my balls swinging back and forth, smashing into her butt cheeks. She held her breath for so long, her body was like steel. Her head stayed tilted back, for what seemed like an eternity. Her beautiful green eyes, fixed and wide open, stared into the sky. Crying profusely, she finally took a deep breath, relaxing a little and looked at me, as I pummeled her hole.
After several minutes, she began making louder grunts, mixed with moans and groans. Her body quivered more, followed by her vagina grabbing my shaft even tighter, then relaxing a little, only to tighten again, and again, and again. Then it happened. She squealed loudly and uttered, “Oh, Oh, OH GOD!, what’s happening?”. Her body lurched up and she shook violently. Her body seemed locked in the upward position, as my cock continued to ram even harder.
She finally relaxed, collapsing back onto the blanket and just stared into my eyes. I gave my Cindy, the love of my life right to this day, her very first, legitimate, orgasm. A few seconds later, the ‘flood gates’ in my balls finally released and sent a torrent of sperm rushing into her womb, where my cock had buried itself deep inside and was grinding around in a circular motion. I could hardly catch my breath.
We stayed locked in this position of love for several minutes more, her vagina pulsating and my cock, still partially erect, continued to drain my seed inside her. We kissed, we hugged and kissed more. We didn’t want to stop, but eventually we had to. “Come on, Jack”, she said, “We have to get back to my sisters Quinceanera”. As she stood, she felt the flow from her freshly made love to vagina. “Oh, no. Jack”, she said, kinda whimpering, “Look! I can’t put my pantyhose back on, with this happening. It’ll leak through”.
“Don’t worry. I have an idea. Be right back”, I said. Cindy squatted down and tried to clean the mixture of her juices and blood, along with my contribution of thick, gooey sperm, as I ran to a nearby park restroom. “Yes!”, I said out loud, “still unlocked”. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper and paper towels, I ran back and handed them to her. “Here, make a pad of some sort”. Cindy shrugged her shoulders and folded the TP into thick pad, then the brown paper towels around that.
She sat down and began putting on her yellow chiffon pantyhose. They we’re so pretty, with embroidered Lilies and shiny sequins. After she stood up, I cupped my hand under the pad and kept it between her legs, until she pulled the rest up. My hand was still between her legs after the pulling them up all the way. I was smiling like a cat. “Jack! Seriously? You can take your hand out now”, she said, with a huge smile. We kissed and hugged one more time, before returning to the celebration.
The pad worked well, but wasn’t 100% and as we approached the house, Cindy muttered, “I can still feel you leaking out! I need to find Xemina. She’ll have a real pad”. Xemina is her oldest sister, 20 at the time and very pregnant. She, like Cindy and her 15 year old sister, Valeria, were all beautiful. Xemina was also hella cool and very funny. And, was also the first one to find out what had occurred.
Cindy and her went in the house, where Xemina had her purse and, after giving her a pad, did what girls, especially sister’s, do best: Talk. And for like 45 minutes, they talked. Cindy was having difficulty with her big dress and struggled with trying to not get ‘anything’ on it. Cindy told me later, how it all went down.
“My sister jumped in, as I was struggling not to get your ‘stuff’ on my dress and trying to lower my pantyhose, then remove that paper towel thingy. While she held up my dress, she saw what I removed. Then questioned me. She saw your sperm and my blood spots. I had to tell her. So, she knows everything. Sorry, Jack”
Before she even told me, I knew. Xemina, coming back outside, walked right towards me, gave one of the ‘snarled’ looks ( head canted sideways and lowered, nose twisted and lips curled ), then pointing her finger, silently mouthed: “You and I, we will talk. Not tonight, but we will talk”. She then winked and smiled. Cindy and I curtailed from any ‘over affection’, but did our usual ‘togetherness’ behavior for the remainder of the night.
To Be Continued….
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