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Sometimes she would get so turned-on that afterwards she would run to the bathroom and masturbate. She had many orgasms sitting on a cold toilet seat thinking about the man she had just jerked off.
Later that year she met Bryan. He was two years older than her and worked for an accounting company. Her parents liked him too; he was reliable, and religious.
He fell head over heels for Deana, and they soon because intimate.
Although he was sexy, she considered him a kind of wham-bam sex man. He loved to touch every part of her, but when Deana tried to suck his cock or even jack him off, he stopped her.
He would then dismiss her idea and exclaim, "Good girls don’t do things like that. Only prostitutes and whores do."
They often argued about it. However, when she was alone she thought about things. She even told herself that a shrink would say she was obsessed with penis envy or had some deep-seated penis fixation or some other kind of psychotic problem.
To hell with it, Deana loved the feel of a cock in her hand. When she stroked it the shaft grew and the balls tightened, and the most exquisite feeling came over her. One of her favorite fantasies was to masturbate while jacking a guy off. Many of her late night cum-sessions were fueled by that fantasy.
Deana liked the idea of making a man feel so good. It was only natural that it would finally happen. One afternoon they went to Bryan's apartment, to fuck. As they lay together in bed, she confessed that she wanted to play with his cock before he slid it inside her pussy.
Bryan told her the whole idea was repulsive and it upset him so much he couldn’t climax.
After that incident, she tried repeatedly to get Bryan to try new things. They’d always end up fighting about things. So needless to say their sex life dwindled to a weekly fuck.
However, on this particular day, all Deana wanted to do was jump in bed with Bryan. She needed to feel his cock deep inside her hot, steamy pussy.
She looked lovingly into his eyes and suggested, "Bryan, I do not want to go home right now. Let’s go to your apartment and fuck. To hell with Momma and her rules, I can call Momma from your place and tell her we’re going out with some friends from work."
He frowned and yelled, "Deana, you know I hate it when you cuss!"
She knew he was mad at her for using the word, "Fuck". Deana gave him her sad puppy-dog look and said, "Oh please tell me we can go to your place."
Bryan then shouted, "What’s the hurry?"
She blushed and squealed, "Because I’m horny!"
Bryan decided to make her stew awhile and took his own sweet time driving to his apartment. When he unlocked the door, she hurried over to call her mother as he went over, sat on the couch and kicked his shoes off.
Deana sat down, dialed the phone, and began talking. "Hello, Mother. I’m calling you because Bryan and I are going out with a few friends of mine from work. I won’t have time to stop by there first. I will be home around nine. Okay, yes, I’ll tell him. Goodbye."
He gave her a puzzled look then asked, "Tell me what?"
Deana giggled and said, "Momma wants you to drive carefully and watch the time. Guess she thinks you’re not an adult or that you don’t even own a wristwatch."
He snickered, grabbed his crotch, and said, "Well then, let’s head for the bedroom. It’s about time for me to ‘drive this cock home’ carefully."
Once inside the bedroom, Bryan pulled the drapes. He then sat down on the edge of the bed and began removing his clothing.
Deana stripped while ogling his body. Oh God, she loved his lean, muscular body, jet black hair, and blue eyes. When his semi-hard, fat cock came into view, she gasped and walked over to him.
Bryan loved Deana’s long red hair, green eyes, full breasts, and narrow hips. Her aroma intoxicated him as he pulled her close, kissed her hard, and laid her back onto the bed.
Her lips opened and their tongues did the dance of lovers. Bryan was such a great kisser, but Deana wanted more. Her tits felt hot and hard against his chest. She wanted to kiss and suck his nipples and even imagined going lower, to play with his cock.
She felt his cock, hot, hard, and throbbing against her leg. It was an exquisite feeling and Deana gazed into his eyes and exclaimed, "Oh, Bryan, yes. Darling, fuck me!"
She began to breathe hard when his body moved. Her legs came open and allowed his hips to slip down between them. She attempted to slide her hand down between their bodies and grasp his cock.
All of a sudden he pushed her hand away and shouted, "Don’t, I'll do it!"
Deana moaned, "Oh Bryan, get it in, do it, fuck me!"
It puzzled Bryan that tonight Deana was more eager to fuck than usual. He had never known any girl who, after just one good kiss, seemed to want to have sex. He shook the idea from his head because right now, all he wanted to do was nothing but fuck.
Bryan pressed the head of his cock against her ruby pussy lips while Deana lifted her hips to meet him. He began fucking her with slow, deep thrusts.
She rocked under him gently. He felt so good on top of her with his throbbing member buried deep inside her pussy. She placed her head against his chest, held him close and caressed his back as they fucked. Suddenly she started thinking about Jack’s cock and how it felt in her hands that morning.
Deana pushed the thought out of her head and concentrated on Bryan. She began moving in rhythm with him and fantasized he was fucking her mouth while she was rubbing her clit. It wasn’t long before an orgasm overtook her senses.
Bryan was breathing rapidly, with beads of sweat dripping off his chin. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and wished she could suck and even bite his nipples. However she dared not to, because he wouldn’t be able to cum then.
She rode him hard and put him away wet as she felt his seed explode deep inside her.
They lay there for a moment, entangled in each other’s arms, then Bryan looked at his watch and bellowed, "We’d better hurry, Deana, it’s time to take you home."
Deana felt good all over, warm, exhilarated, but not satisfied. She could fuck all night if Bryan would permit her, but she knew he wouldn’t permit that. She got up and began to get dressed, but took her own sweet time.
Bryan looked at her and shouted, "Better hurry a bit Deana, or we’ll be late and your mother will be angry!"
She stuck out her tongue and admitted, "I don't care, to hell with Momma!"
Bryan snapped, "Oh Christ, it’s a quarter to nine and we’re going to be late!"
Deana suppressed a giggle and said, "Shame on you for cussing, Bryan!"
Bryan opened the drapes, let the air out of his lungs, glared at Deana with anger and yelled, "Stop mocking me!"
They got into the car and Bryan drove to Deana’s place in silence. It was nearly ten o’clock when they pulled into the drive.
Bryan got out of the car, walked around, helped Deana out, and walked toward the house with her. As they neared the front porch, they both saw her mom sitting on the steps.
He took one look at Deana’s mom then back at her and knew her mother was probably upset. He quickly kissed Deana and said, "Sorry, I’ve got to go. I’ll let you explain to your momma why you’re late getting home."
Deana felt like a balloon that had just taken a pin in the side. She pulled him close and whispered, "Oh goody. I'd rather be at your place fucking all night!"
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