My name is Danny. I am nineteen. And yet to f**k a girl. Yea, you can begin screaming "WTF!" that wouldnâ€™t change a thing. Or would it? Of course not.
I started watching X-rated at the age of thirteen. I was in High school then and always asked my friends for their dirty magazines. I loved women and still do of course, who no like better thing? I was always attracted to more matured ladies, even though I craved to f**k one day. I always never had the courage to approach any girl who was within my age bracket to ask her out. This meant I would continue with endless fantasies like Genevieve Nnaji giving me a blowjob. How silly right? It was quite hilarious!
By nineteen, I had developed what was becoming one of the largest d**k for someone of my age. My friends had always talked about how large it was and even never minded telling their girl friends. I was never bothered too as I only found it pleasing and largely a source of man's pride. They claimed the pecker had only gotten that big because I started bleeping girls from a very tender age. I knew better but I never told them how wrong they were, they were-duns after all. Whenever we talked about sex, my experiences with X-rated always looked to substitute for me and over time, most of them began asking me for a couple tips on how they could please their girls.
The closest I had gotten to having s*x was with a visiting sister to my neighbor. As a result of my area of training, I somehow became of help to my neighbor. He always gave me little tasks to carry out on his behalf of which he pays me for. I had just gotten into my third year in the university and I had a fair idea of what he always gave me to do. It was on one of such assignments that I got to meet Mary.
Mary was far older than myself. At least she was fifteen or seventeen years ahead, and married. I had gone to my neighborâ€™s place to carry out one of the usual tasks, only to meet her at home. After introducing myself, she allowed me in and soon we became friends and got talking. Our conversation was so vast that we soon began talking about the consequences of having lots of weight as human. It propped up an argument as to which men preferred most, the fat or the slim? I said most men preferred slim ladies of which she did not totally agree to and I knew why. She was a bit chubby but was nonetheless married although without kids.
Mary tried presenting all her argued facts and in the attempt asked me if I knew what it was like having a woman with lots of flesh in bed. I answered like I had tried both of the two sides before but that could not convince her. Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt almost entirely up to her waist, revealing her fleshy thighs. While she did so, she held on to one of the thighs and asked me if I knew what that succulent thigh meant to most men. She tried emphasizing it by grabbing onto the flesh there and bringing herself closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling but not aroused in anyway. And I still assume she was equally not aroused in anyway too.
However, after Mary got as close as she could manage, she urged me to feel the flesh. Her skirt was still held to her hip by one hand while the other grabbed the underneath of the thigh in question. We both were still joking and arguing about it at the same time. I still had intentions of continuing with the task for which I visited and all I planned to do was settle the argument and return to the work.
When she repeated the request, I laughed and told her she had too much flesh and how I didn't fancy fat ladies. To this, she further asked me to feel her thighs and that I never knew anything about chubby women. I knew what Satan was cooking up here... Lol. I responded by placing a hand on her thigh telling her it made no difference on what I felt and removed my hand. She rejected my attempt and insisted I should do so again. She even said I would have to try to grab the thigh with both hands. I laughed and said it was not necessary. She made a face and said she never liked what I was doing. In response, I succumbed and made to grab her laps as suggested.
However, as I did so, I unintentionally dipped my right fingers through the cut of her panties there by finding her crotch and that was how I liked the miracle. She was partly damp there which I felt was from sweat, but equally full of curly hair. My other hand had held onto the other side of her laps and was already making a move to lift the enormous thigh. But with the right one right inside her panties, everything paused. She did not utter a word and even when I said I was sorry and tried taking my hand away, she shut her thighs and caught my hands in between both legs. I remained stuck.
Mary pulled me towards her and that brought my hands straight to her wet p***y opening. I only made little additional effort and two finger found their way into her yearning p***y. Unfortunately for her, we were only about to get anything going when we suddenly heard a knock on the door. This was followed by her sisterâ€™s return. We had been alone all along. My subsequent attempt to get this completed was completely futile as I was told she left the next day.
"Poor Danny! Nah you f**k up. Why were you slow in shooting your shot?" I thought to myself.
Now I only use that for my fantasies. I always imagine myself completing the process. Locating her p***y with the same fingers, fingering them and getting to pull off her panties. This would be followed by either my sucking of her p***y which I see as my most coveted desires, or giving her an instant f**k. Nonetheless, all this will keep being fantasies and nothing more.
Well, that was about my closest attempt and as you can see, it failed woefully. Now can I tell you about more important issues of my life? Good!
I am the only son in a family of two, it simply means I have just one sister.
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