In other words, Freddy ended up making Bea orgasm much more than she had ever managed to make herself orgasm during any of her past masturbations. And even though neither of them realized it at the time, Freddy and Bea also had one more thing in common (other than their high levels of pent-up, adolescent sexuality). Because of their looks, amateur they asian were both commonly ostracized by their Hispanic peers. Freddy was considered an outcast for having such dark skin that he looked more like a black guy than a Mexican-American. And Bea was often made fun of and called derogatory names because she was a Hispanic girl who just happened to have light, olive-toned skin and a European-shaped Blowjobs nose that made her look like an Anglo. But it's time to back up a little bit and tell this story from the beginning--at least, teen from a beginning that makes some sense. So our little torrid tale begins with Freddy lying in his bed in his small bedroom on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He normally went to church every Sunday with his mother, Maria. But this Sunday, he had managed to convince his mother that he wasn't feeling very well, so that she would allow him to skip church and stay at home while Maria went ahead and attended Mass by herself. But Freddy had lied to his mother, because he wasn't actually feeling bad or sick. Instead, he was feeling extremely horny. And he knew that if he stayed home from church, he might be able to finally get his hands on a real, live pussy. And that was thanks to Bea, who should be arriving at his house any minute--that is, if she came over to his house to watch TV, like she normally did every Sunday afternoon. And although he wasn't thrilled about her tomboyish hairstyle and clothing, Freddy still thought that Bea had a cute-looking face. He also found her naturally-shy, laid-back personality--and her Ango looks--to be very attractive. Basically, he liked Bea a lot, and thought that she was a very sweet person. However, that having been said, Bea was definitely not the type of girl that Freddy would normally have the hots for. But Bea was the type of girl that Freddy could easily intimidate and coerce into having a sexual encounter with him, thanks to her much younger age and her smaller physical stature, coupled with the fact that she had already gone through puberty. Freddy had been around Bea long enough to have actually witnessed her previously-flat chest, as it was magically transformed over a fairly short period of time into a pair of medium-sized boobs--which frankly, he didn't have much interest in at the time. And that was because Freddy knew that Bea had something much more elusive and exciting to him than a pair of breasts. Bea had a real, live pussy down between her legs. And to be brutally honest, that was all Freddy really cared about that day--as his later actions would prove. However, at this point in our little lurid tale, Freddy was lying on his back in his bed, fondling his penis through the crotch-material of his pants, while he was fantasizing about what it would be like to actually see and touch Bea's forbidden pussy, when he heard the front door open, and the sound of footsteps entering the front living room. And when he heard the TV come on, he knew that Bea was now inside the small house-- his small house--and he hoped that she was all by herself. He got up out of bed, and snuck down the hall. He quickly peeked around the edge of the wall into the living room, just to make sure that Bea was alone in the house with him. And to his delight, she was. Freddy secretly continued watching Bea, as she was sitting on the couch and watching the TV set in front of her. And within a few minutes, Bea got up off the couch, walked into the bathroom, and closed the bathroom door behind her, without locking it. Freddy knew that this was his chance to put his plans into motion. So he ever so quietly tiptoed over to the closed bathroom door, and he listened through the door. He could hear the sound of Bea's urine stream as it forcefully sprayed out in a fan pattern and splashed into the toilet bowl water beneath her. And Freddy naturally kept massaging his pants-covered penis, while he was figuring out what he should do next. In other words, what was the best way for him to proceed? His first inclination was to simply barge into the bathroom and catch Bea with her pants down, urinating. But then he quickly changed his mind, because he realized that that would most likely result in Bea screaming bloody murder, and possibly ruining everything, before it even got underway. So Freddy decided to wait until Bea was finished relieving herself. And then he would catch her by surprise, as she was getting ready to leave the bathroom. 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