Jeremy lies on his side facing me, his hard cock brushing my thigh and sending shivers through my wet pussy. I watch him fumble with the small package.
“Just take your time,” I tell him, not really meaning it. “We’ve got three days of practice before your date,” I remind him. He gets the condom out, tossing the wrapper on the floor. We’ll discuss that later. He leans back, awkwardly positioning the circular shape over his cockhead and rolling it down the sides.
“Got it!” he exclaims triumphantly as he turns back to me, waiting for more instruction.
“Now focus, young Jedi knight,” I smile. “Nothing spoils the moment faster than you jabbing your light saber all around trying to find the opening,” I tease. “Position yourself over me and use your hand to guide it right between my pussy lips,” I tell him. “When you’re more experienced you won’t need to guide it with your hand but for now you better play it safe.”
“Like this?” he asks, positioning himself between my wide-spread legs. With one hand on the bed for balance, he uses his other hand to angle his cock towards its target. Fuck! This is it! I feel his sheathed cockhead brush against my moist labia.
“Mmmmm,” I try to remain passive so he can get this right. “Exactly like that,” I whisper as he glides his cock between my lips. “Don’t try to push it all in at once,” I tell him as he pulls his hand out from between us and settles his chest against my tits. “Short in and out plunges will help your partner adjust to your size and make it more pleasurable for both of you,” I tell him as my pussy welcomes the long awaited invasion.
“Damn, Aunt Sara!” Jeremy gasps, reminding me of his father as he pushes his lips to mine. My pussy is on fire! That’s it! No more instruction. I squeeze his ass as I arch my back and thrust my pussy upward.
“Ohhhhh!” I sigh as his cock penetrates the depths of my enflamed pussy.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Jeremy is panting. “It’s so… hot and… and… Oh! Fuck!” he jerks spasmodically and then collapses on my chest.
I caress his muscular ass as my pussy screams its displeasure to my brain. I tell myself to patiently wait for round two, promising my pussy a more fulfilling experience.
“Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly as his breathing returns to normal. His cock is still filling my anxious pussy and doesn’t seem to have diminished any.
“Nothing to be sorry for, sweetie,” I tell him, brushing his hair from his eyes. “I told you this would happen,” I smile. “Besides, I seem to remember that you always cum twice,” I say, wiggling my hips around.
“That’s right!” he beams. “What do I… um… how do I… you know?” This is that awkward, discard the condom, moment that everyone hates.
“Just ease out of me,” I tell him. “The gentlemanly thing to do is to go into the bathroom, wrap tissue around the condom and then pull it off and dispose of it in the wastebasket.” He’s already pulling out before I finish talking.
“Make sure it’s completely wrapped in tissue so it doesn’t make a mess,” I call after him, lying back and moving my hand to my clit. Fuck! This has got to be the weirdest sex I’ve ever had. But there is something extremely arousing about his wide-eyed discovery of how it feels to fuck. Mmmmm. I’ll just help this along a little.