Messing with Mags

"Whoops! Ouch! Ugh! That hurts! Ugh! Ouch! Uuuugghhh... Uuuuhmmppp... Uuugghh!" Mags groaned as I started to dive in. We had set up shop in this makeshift storage room in their backyard, away from Pipoy's prying eyes. That dog's a real pain when we're in the living room. But out here, with the door shut tight, no way Pipoy's getting in. The room is practically a junk closet, detached from the main house. No one can see us, thanks to the high fence and neighboring bungalows. A single daylight fluorescent tube lights up the whole room. Pipoy's petrified of rain, so he won't follow us here. But he still scratches at the kitchen door, desperate to follow Mags.

"You alright?" I lifted my face, interrupting my underwater expedition on Magnolia.

"Keep going... it hurts, but it feels good! Hurry up!" Mags groaned, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Uuughhhh.... Uuhhhmmmm.... Ooohhhmmmm... Whhhooooop... Ugggh! Ouch! Uuugghh! Uugghhh! Uuuhhmmmm...." I was really going to town on Magnolia's swollen, throbbing clit. Her skin's a pale shade, but it turned bright red from my relentless assault. There's an old lazy chair in the room, two of its four legs broken, making it lopsided. But Mags threw a thin pillow and three towels on it, making it somewhat usable. I added some planks I found, stacking two to level it out. That's where I had her sit and spread her legs. Magnolia's so beautifully put together; I noticed how striking she looked. Jennifer's pale, but Mags' smooth, even tan skin has its own allure. Just a tuft of hair at the top, like the ones I saw in a Playboy mag I found in the trash one Saturday while cleaning the yard. Probably my cousin's. That sight is what made me eager to dive into Mags. She had this familiar, intoxicating scent.

"O-ouch! Uuughhh! It hurts! Uuughhhh! Ouch! Ouch! Uuughhh! Whooop.... It hurts! Ugghhh!" I started fingering her with my index finger for the first time ever. To my surprise, Mags was a virgin. Despite being big, she was tight. Her walls gripped my finger like a vice, but soon enough, she became slick.

"Aaaaah! Ouch! Oooohhhhh... Uuhhhhmmmmp! It hurts!" I paused.

"Stop. It hurts..." Mags, her eyes misty, sweat pouring down her face and neck. I gently closed her legs, placing my hands on her thighs.

"So, you're a virgin. I thought, since you're big, you'd know... First time feeling that, like something tearing inside. S-Sorry, I was curious."

"It's fine. My body's so hot, I feel feverish," Mags said, looking like she'd recovered.

"You good now? ...or want more?"

We kept at it, and I returned to her breasts. She said it felt better there.