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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #7 (mf,first fuck)
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Doesn't seem to be enough room for the prelude....  
      My Sex Life #7

                         Greggy Gets Laid
 After I spent the fall of 1969 feeling sorry for my sexually
perverted ways culminating, in my mind, with Coach Doyle abusing me in
the locker room,  I gave it a rest.  I stopped being as much of a
perverted exhibitionist and toned down my obsession with jerking off
as often as I could.  I didn't stop, mind you - I just came to the
awareness that I could really fuck up my life if Doyle would have been
someone else less interested in keeping his own perversions satisfied.
 My brother Mark and I never discussed our sexual explorations, I
never saw Peter, rarely saw Jimmy, and Brian and I were good,
straight, normal friends who pretended that our childhood wierdness
never happened.  Doyle had no reason to speak to me and didn't.  Jeff
was away in Vietnam.  So, I could get on with my normal, heterosexual
cravings for hot pussy.  (Not that getting spanked on the ass in the
locker room and sucking cock didn't finally make it into my sexual
masturbation fantasies.)
    However, the same sort of submissive streak that let guys use me
for their pleasure, combined with my own lustful intentions, seemed to
play against me in my relationships with girls.  I could be a friend,
but I was either a passive (ie: scared, nervous) date or too overtly
sexual.  I would rub up
against a girl while slow dancing trying to feel her breasts or trying
to get her to feel my erection through my pants.  I never had the
nerve or the knowledge to do anything else about it and therefore, in
retrospect, I acted like a smarmy little pervert, trying to cop a feel
or "rub" a girl. Girls still thought I was a nice guy (I was day to
day), but not necessarily as a boyfriend.  I always had sweaty palms
when holding hands and kissed "too hard" on those good night kisses at
the door.  One girl friend that I dated, an innocent at that time,
told me years later that she was afraid that I was going to rape her
at the door, based on the way I crushed my lips against hers.
    I had either lust or friendship on my mind, but very little
romance.
    I kept on playing my naked masturbation games through the summer
of 1970 right into my junior year of high school, but not with the
same intensity or license.  Hell, I was 16 years old - grown up; not
into my little kiddie porn anymore.  I was an adult.  When I did get
naked and jerk off in the woods or fields, it was mainly in a mood of
freedom and relaxation, not exhibitionism.
    I spent the fall of my Junior year sexless and increasingly
frustrated at my inept social skills with romantic encounters.  I
began to be annoyed that all the girls really liked me, but not as a
boyfriend.  I still turned into a male hormone machine on dates and
rarely went out with the same girl more than two or three times.
    As time went on, I turned 17, and became a hair smarter, I became
more comfortable with myself.  In the winter of 1971,    mustered up
enough courage to start going out with Dawn, a really beautiful girl
who was playing a minor lead opposite me in the school musical.  She
dated me and seemed to like me, even though she was a senior and year
older than I.
    She was about 5' 6" tall, (I was about 6 foot tall now) and had a
very cute body. Long straight, dirty blond hair, a round face with big
hazel eyes and nice lips. Her breasts were pert and medium sized, just
right on her thin, shapely body.  She had nice hips and an ass that
she wiggled when she wanted it to.  She wanted to be a clothing
designer.  So her clothing was classy and sexy.  She would wear
dresses slit down the leg that were more enticing that mini skirts. 
She had loose
 tops that made you look, wondering if she was naked underneath.  She
looked hot.  I found out in time that she liked me because she thought
I was smart. (Although I was more mature by this time, having been
through puberty, talled up and thinned out a little.)  I still wore
glasses, but my hair was a normal length and I had started wearing
suits and ties to school or other odd looking, but otherwise normal
clothes.  I was getting into the weirdness of being "in the sixties"
in 1971.  (I had seen "Hair" the year before and I wanted desperately
to be a "hippie," but there was no one, zilch, who dressed or acted
like that in our community.)
    In spite of her alluring body and clothes, Dawn and I progressed
slowly -  I was afraid that if I insulted such a beautiful girl, I
would be history.  After a few months of dating and then passionate
kissing ( I learned about tongues) at parties and on dates, I started
trying to get her bra off.
    I spent  some time in the dark little back room in the Dun with
Dawn making out,  pawing her breasts and unsuccessfully trying to free
them.  Then spring came and we started going to drive in movies.  My
sex life picked up speed.
    One week after a hot, horny and hard session in the front seat of
my mom's car with Dawn, still ineffectually trying to remove her bra,
I went on a church retreat .  We were at another church and all of us
were staying in the classrooms in sleeping bags, boys and girls
together.  I woke up late at night when everyone else was sleeping
and, true to form, I got up and started sneaking around in only my
underwear.  I was in the church, behind the altar, thinking about
taking off my underwear and beating off when Dale walked in.
    Dale was a big girl who had a crush on me.  I had known her most
of my life and we had gone out a couple of times over the years.  She
really, really liked me.  But she was pretty fat (healthy, very
attractive freckled face, wavy black hair, smooth skin and 16 years
old, but fat - youth indeed is wasted on the young) and I did not want
to pursue her. Every so often, she attempted to pursue me.
    She was wearing an oversize buttoned up shirt as pajamas. She saw
me standing behind the altar and managed to looked bewildered, shocked
and intrigued.
    "What are you doing, Greg?" she asked.
    "Just walking around," I said, stepping out so that she could see
that I had my underwear on.  (It was important in my odd thought
pattern just then that she had not caught me "naked.")
    "In your underwear?  What if somebody sees you?" she queried,
walking up into the altar area.
    "What are you doing up?" I countered, defensively
    "I saw you get up," she said coyly.  "I thought I'd see what you
were up to..."
    "Well, OK," I said, anxiously now.  She had walked up and was
standing in front of me.  I felt a stirring in my loins at this
illicit situation. Then she tilted her head back and closed her eyes,
just like this was some kind of movie or novel!  This was not
untypical of her as she had a peculiar romantic streak in her, but it
was intriguing....
    What could I do?  I kissed her, her mouth instantly opening.  I
slipped my tongue inside and she responded with her tongue.  My cock
stiffened immediately and I hugged her to me pressing my hardening
manhood against her leg.  This was incredible!  I had never been in a
hot kiss with Dale before, and certainly not when I was half naked!
    I was getting hotter and bigger as we continued exchanging
tongues.  My hands were feeling her big ass through the fabric of her
shirt and I was practically humping her leg when she broke away and
breathed, "What if someone comes in?"
    I saw no chance of that, but I took her hand anyway and led her
behind the altar, where I had been standing before.
    "No one can see us here," I said, sliding down the wall, facing
the altar, my hand in hers.  My dick was sticking out, making a tent
in my shorts, obviously inflamed and needy, but I didn't care.  My
ordinary fear that she would see my hard on and get scared was
replaced by a brazen lust.  I invited her with a smile.
    She gave me a warm look and sat down beside me.  I instantly
started kissing her again, laying her down on the stone floor.  My
mouth moved from her lips to her neck, licking her, nibbling at her
throat.  My hands were at her shirt front, at her breasts.  She didn't
try to stop me.  Oh man!  After a couple of months of being denied by
Dawn, this was really hot!  I alternately fumbled with her buttons and
massaged her large breasts, feeling her nipples come to life beneath
the fabric, continuing to move my mouth from her throat to her lips to
her tongue to her face. She was moving her chest in response to my
roving hands and seemed to be enjoying the attention.
    She didn't seem to notice as I unbuttoned  each button.  But she
had to know when I was half way down and I slipped my hand onto her
naked flesh, exposing one huge breast.  She still didn't stop me!  I
cupped the hard nipple in my hand, a sensual electricity running from
her breast down to my burning groin.  I frantically unbuttoned the
rest of her shirt and pushed it open.  Her bare breasts were exposed
in their young  purity.  I was probably the first boy to ever fondle
her perfect mounds.  I was in awe.  With her shirt spread on the
floor, she was naked except for her beige panties.  Her fat
 body was flattened as she lay on the floor.  Her smooth, white flesh
was flawless.  Her tummy was a virgin territory that rolled down to
her belly button, a growth of black hair starting below it and
increasing until it disappeared under he panties.
   She had  magnificent breasts with large, dark nipples.  They were
huge and well rounded.  They were wet dreams that stood straight up
from her body, sagging not at all - they were incredible!  I licked at
her hard nipples, filling my mouth with her firm teats, wetting her
aureoles with my saliva.  My hands kneaded the fleshy sides of her
tits, sliding over her pointy tips, back down to her shoulders, her
shirt, her back.  My heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing.
    "Oh, yes Greg," she murmured. " Oh yes Greg, that's so nice.  Oh,
Greg, I love you."
    She sounded so hot and turned on.  Her body writhed with mine as I
rubbed my steel hard erection against her on the church floor, the
cold stone sending little chills to counteract our heat.  I continued
to knead one massive breast with one hand, my mouth fastened on her
other burning nipple.  With the other hand,  I moved  down to her
stomach, massaging her flesh, creeping toward her panties.  I  felt 
the black curls of her hairy bush peeking out, and I slid my hand over
her
 crotch.
    She moaned and she pushed her hot, adolescent pussy against my
hand.   Oh God, I could feel that she was so wet; her  panties were
wet!   The thought overwhelmed  my senses and I felt myself being
drawn farther into an inferno of lust.
    Dale promptly grabbed my hand as I began to try and slide my
fingers into her moist panty leg and breathed out, "No, you can't."
    I covered her mouth with mine, slid my tongue in to mix my saliva
with hers, and my fingers renewed their assault.
    "No!" she moaned into my mouth.  She held my hand and pulled it
away away, "Not until we're married."
    I groaned with longing and went back to working on her tits,
licking and sucking the huge mounds, massaging and squeezing them with
my hands.  I started to move my body over her leg, rubbing my aching
dick through my underwear on her naked flesh
    This didn't seem to bother her.  She started running her hands up
my back and down to my ass, finally pulling me to her groin as I
settled in between her legs, opening her oversize thighs to
accommodate me.  She moved her hips with mine, grinding our two
crotches together, her juices working their way into the front of my
underwear.  I could smell her now, her hot sex smell permeating the
altar area.  I humped my hard pole on her wet pubis mound in such a
way that my prick was uncovered, sticking out the top of my underwear.
 I rubbed myself up and down her vaginal crack through her panties,
touching the naked flesh of her belly with my meat and then sliding
down again onto her sopping wet panties.  I could feel her young flesh
underneath mine, our almost naked bodies rubbing together.  My mouth
was on hers, my chest crushing her great tits.  I felt her rigid
nipples pressing into my bare flesh.  The world was a white noise of
mammoth breasts, vibrating nipples, tongues and wet cunt.  I felt my
chafing cock swell to an agonizing orgasm.  Her hips were
 pounding into my bursting rod.
    "Ohhh.  Ohhh, Greg, I love you," she moaned in passion.
    "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I pressed against her wetness as I came, my
pulsing dick shooting a load of sperm onto her steamy crotch.
    "Unnhhhhh," I jerked as another spurt of cum landed on her belly. 
I kept on rubbing  my cum spewing prick against Dale's wet panty clad
pussy as I shuddered and twitched in pleasure.
    When I was finally finished, I gave Dale  a weak smile and moved
off her body.  I didn't know what to do.  There was cum on her belly
and her panties.  It was sticking to my dick and underwear and was
immediately cold and slimy feeling.  I came down from my high and I 
was mildly embarrassed.
    Dale, however seemed satisfied, and simply sat up and buttoned up
her shirt, closing it over our collective wetness.  She looked at me
adoringly.
    I got up nervously, pulling my cum stained underwear over my prick
and said, "Uh, I gotta change."
    She remained on the floor, looked at my crotch, then back to my
face and smiled knowingly.  "Sure, I understand," she said.
    Becoming more unsure of myself, and feeling very soiled now, I
fled the altar.
    The upshot of this event was that Dale now considered us engaged. 
She really considered us engaged to be married.  In her mind, the
scene was a courtship and a proposal and that was that.
    It took some long verbiage over several weeks and callous
disregard for her feelings to convince her otherwise.  Eventually she
was dissuaded and recovered.  It was a glorious fuck, even though it
wasn't, quite.  She had beautiful breasts.
  
      The next week, at the end of spring in 1971, at 17 years old, I
finally got Dawn's bra off at a drive in movie.
    We were engaged in our usual embrace.  I started off casually, my
arm around her.  She settled back into me and I started nuzzling her
cheeks with my lips, lightly kissing her until she responded by
turning her face towards me, our mouths meeting.  As we kissed, I
gently probed her mouth with
 my tongue.  She responded with hers, meeting mine and my lips pressed
harder against hers, my arms awkwardly drawing her to me,  maneuvering
in the front seat of the car.  This night, instead of my ordinary
mashing of lips and teeth that had been my clumsy make out technique,
I began kissing Dawn on her neck, it's smoothness stretching out, open
to my touch.  I remembered Dale and her passion and continued to lick
at Dawn's throat, and then I nibbled at her ears.  She sighed with
satisfaction.  When my fingers started to tug at her shirt, pulling it
out of her skirt, she seemed not to care.  I trembled as my hand
slipped inside her blouse touching her bare flesh, kneading her skin,
running over the smoothness of her belly.  I moved upwards and touched
her bra, all the while showering her face and neck with passionate
kisses.
    Then, as usual, she tried to stop me reaching under her shirt and
grabbing my wrist, exposing her flat abdomen as her own arm lifted up
her blouse.
    "Greg... no," she breathed softly. "Please...."
    For the first time since we had been dating, I didn't stop.  My
hand kept up its incursion, feeling her breast through her bra.  I
pulled her restraining hand away from mine and held it as I massaged
first one breast, then the other.
   "Ohh, Greg, oh, please, no....'  she sighed, shivering at my
persistence.   My cock was stiffening in my pants as my fingers moved
from her sheathed titties to her warm flesh.  I let go of her hand and
embraced her, both my hands under her shirt, fumbling with the clasp
on her bra. She didn't offer much resistance now as I thrust my tongue
into her mouth and finally loosened her bra, quickly pushing it up and
grabbing hold of her breasts.
    "Noo, Greg...." she whimpered.
    I lifted up her shirt and moved my mouth to her nipples.  I
groaned in satisfaction as my tongue finally lapped at my prize.
    They hardened even as Dawn turned her head away in dismay.
    "C'mon, Dawn," I said, removing my mouth and gently rolling her
taut nipples between my fingers.  My heart was thudding in triumph. 
Her breasts were so smooth and beautiful.
    'They're so small,"  she said mournfully, "I wear padded bras so
no one will notice."
    "No," I protested, completely taken aback, "they're beautiful.  I
love your breasts."
    I looked at them in appreciation and I realized what she meant. 
Her bra did make her breasts look larger than they really were, but I
wouldn't have called them insignificant  (Unless perhaps if I compared
them to Dale's, but what did I know - those were the only other
breasts I had ever played with).
    Dawn's breasts were firm, athletic looking tits that were smooth
and matched her trim body.  Her brown, pinkish aureoles haloed each
hard nub that peaked flawlessly.  I caressed them with my palms and
fingers, moving my mouth back to them, savoring her flesh, the
stiffness of the tips her nipples.
    Dawn let me minister to her and almost purred as she relaxed,
happy that I enjoyed her womanly charms.  I continued stroking her
naked upper body with one hand, my other descending to her waist.  Now
that I reached one treasure, my stiff cock desired another.
    I slipped my hand in the slit of her disarrayed skirt, pushing it
up and exposing her white nylon panties.  I moved my hand to the front
of her humid pulsing pussy, my fingertips stroking the damp cloth. 
Our tongues were probing each others' hot mouths.  My other hand was
stroking her freed breasts, playing with her nipples.  I pushed the
elastic aside on her panties with my fingers and touched her wet slot.
 She whimpered and thrust her hips against my hand.  I squeezed my
hand
 farther in, one finger probing her hot cunt.  My cock jerked and
pulsed as I trembled with passion.  I reached for the waistband of her
panties and Dawn froze against me. One hand clamped around my wrist
and she pulled her gasping mouth from mine saying,
    "Wait,  do you have a protection?"
    My balls were aching, but I realized that I didn't want to get her
pregnant.   I said, "No, but there are other ways to.....  uh....  do
this."
    "What do you mean?"  she asked, her perfect exposed tits inches
from my eyes, my hard member sticky in my pants.
    I punked out as usual.  I couldn't bring myself to discuss sex,
sucking, hand jobs and and whatever else with her.  It was dirty...  
So, after some more unsatisfying pussy rubbing and tit sucking, we
went home, still unfulfilled.  I jerked off to wild fantasies of
fucking Dawn forever.
    I bought some condoms.
    The following week was the senior class outing.  This was
basically a party at someone's father's farm where everyone got drunk
and played around.  Dawn asked me to go with her and I was eager with
anticipation. We planned to spend the night there.
    To make a long and miserable excuse for a story short.  I ended up
drinking a half a bottle of Southern Comfort (first and last time)and
passed out in the back of the car.  When I woke up, at night, sick and
very drunk, Dawn was gone.  I spent an hour or so wandering around
yelling "Dawn!" knocking (knocking?) on people's tents trying to find
her, annoying the shit out of many senior class members who were, in
fact, enyoying themselves, fucking their girlfriends or boyfriends.  I
finally
found her in the barn, where she had been in the hayloft with an old
boyfriend.  She was buttoning up her blouse as she came down, but I
never saw him and I was in no condition to be jealous.  We went back
to the car and slept and left later.  The old boyfriend thing barely
registered and I didn't think about it until many months later.
    However,  No fucking.  Bummer.
    Finally, again, several nights later, we were making out in the
front seat of the car in her driveway.      Again, she easily let me
remove her bra.  This time she took it off in a business like fashion,
leaving her shirt on.   I immediately moved down her body to her
waist, diving my hand into her crotch where I again found a very wet,
very steamy cunt.  I was in heaven.  When I suggested we move into the
back area of my mom's station wagon, she had no objections whatsoever.
 She removed her own skirt and panties and lay back half naked, her
moist cunt exposed for the taking.   I kissed her passionately,
playing with her hot fuck box, wetting my fingers in her delcious
juices.  With her shirt open, she was practically naked.  Not being
able to control myself any longer, I stopped and pulled off my pants,
exposing my eager hard manhood.  As she watched, I pulled out a rubber
and inexerptly put it on (I think it was inside out).  Then, I put a
pillow under her beautiful naked ass, (I had read that this would make
it easy for her, assuming that she was a virgin) and knelt between her
legs.  She helped me by opening up her cunt lips and I bent down,
guiding my turgid shaft into her hot, wet, delicious, soft, warm,
cunt.  At last, I slid into her wet pussy, so new and  so exciting.  I
moaned with such satisfaction at achieving my long sought after goal. 
She put her hands on my ass and I plunged into her, my trembling
erection buried to the hilt in her moist grotto.
    She huskily panted and said, "Be gentle," as I began fucking her.
    I came immediately, my hot seed spurting into the rubber.   After
my orgasm subsided, I lay there, uncomfortable, not sure of what to
do.  I finally pulled out and as we got our clothes back on, my main
thought was:
    This is it???    That was It??     That is what fucking is all
about??      It's more exciting when I jerk off.  Getting my ass
spanked is more exciting than this.    It was a hell of a lot more
thrilling humping my cock on Dale's panties!
    I just couldn't believe that that was that.
    Well good readers, in later years I realized that Dawn was a
physically reserved woman who needed someone more knowledgeable than I
was at that time to take charge and arouse her......  But she liked me
a lot and wanted to break down her natural barriers to physical
intimacy.  She had let me fuck her for just that reason.  (Although
she had also intimated that she was a virgin.  She wasn't, but I was
ignorant at the time and gave her the benefit of the doubt.)  She had
been truly self-conscious about her breast size and she was genuinely
pleased that I didn't care. Unfortunately, she was a young woman who
was trying to please and keep her man, and I was a hormonally crazed
pervert who was trying to find a hot hole to put it in.  We were
working at cross purposes.  Hell, I was working at cross purposes - I
wanted to fuck in the worst way - to be nasty and kinky, and I also
wanted to be a gentleman.  I didn't want to offend anybody by doing or
saying something gauche or inappropriate.  So Dawn and I talked
nothing of sex and preferences.  I didn't want to be rude.
    However.....  It was now the summer of 1971 and Dawn and I went to
the fields behind her house to talk one night a few days after my
disappointing twitch into her reserved vaginal opening.  And....  we
smoked pot.  She introduced me to my first joint and I don't remember
feeling high but it turned into.....
    A very hot and humid night.  As we talked, we started kissing and
our tongues merged into lustful animals, exploring each other's
mouths, dueling in desire.  As I caressed her lithe body, she
reciprocated, moving her hands to my neck and back in feverish
excitement.  She laid back, no resistance at all, helping me, as I
undressed her, removing her blouse, then her bra.  She raised her hips
for me as I slid her jeans down her shapely legs.  As I remained fully
clothed and she, only clad in her panties, I toyed with her awhile. 
My hands and mouth were at her breasts, slicked with sweat and rolling
with excitement.  She arched her body so her stiff nipples could reach
my probing tongue and lips.  She cried out with desire as I wrapped
her hair in one hand, pulling her head  back, so that her shapely neck
was taut and open to my assault.  I slid my hand over the concave
firmness of her stomach, stopping to play with her belly button as she
quivered with passion.
    "Ohhh.  Ohhhhh, Greg, Greg, Greggg" she moaned, lost in the
sensations of sex.
    My hand pushed itself into her panties and captured her golden
slit. She gasped and opened her legs for me as I plunged my fingers
into her hot wetness and spread her juices over her crotch, grasping
and covering her vagina with my whole hand.  Her hips lifted and I
shoved her damp panties down her legs, leaving her totally naked and
exposed.  She spread her thighs farther as first one, then several of
my fingers dipped into her hot box, saturating her short pubic hairs
with her secretions, trickling her liquids down the crack of her ass. 
She was rolling her head from side to side at my offensive on her
naked form and then she suddenly reached up and started tearing at my
clothes.  She was afire, hot with sweat, nude and wanting me naked
too.  Within seconds, she had my shirt off and was rubbing my chest,
her hands brushing my wispy curls and nipples as she sat up and placed
her mouth on mine, driving her tongue almost into my throat.  The feel
of her sweat drenched tits pressing against my naked chest was like a
wet dream come true.  Her bare body, writhing against mine had my dick
ripping a hole in my pants. Keeping my mouth on hers, I pulled off my
pants, feeling my cock slide against her naked leg and ass and stomach
as I struggled to free myself. When at last I was naked, I pushed Dawn
back down to the ground and, pausing frantically to put on a condom, I
plunged my raging manhood into her slippery, waiting cunt.
    She groaned, "YES, Oh, Yes," and wrapped her legs around my naked
ass, raking her fingernails down my back, pumping her hips to meet my
thrusts.   I put a hand flat on the ground on either side of her and
pushed up from her hot, wet body and, practically lifting her her off
the ground each time with her legs clamped around me, I slammed my
meat into her, pounding and thrusting with fury.
    "UUUUUHHHHHHHH," I cried, collapsing on her again as our sweaty
bodies continued to slide back and forth.
    The center of my pleasure shot its contained juices deep into her
waiting cunt as she ground her groin against mine, seeking release. 
Again and again I thrust, spurting my seed into the condom as she
labored her crotch against mine, our pubic hairs mashed with sweat and
her juices.  When I at last was spent, I continued sucking on her tits
and licking the salty sweat off her neck.
    Pulling out of her cunt hole, I slipped the cum filled condom off
my rigid member and, with the mosquitoes biting our liquid forms, we
continued to slither our bodies together in passion.  With every lick
I tasted her hot, salty sweat, infused with her sex hormones.  My cock
remained hard and unyielding as I rubbed its slick, sticky surface on
her thighs and belly.
    Then, she opened her gorgeous thighs again, drawing me to her,
inviting me to pierce her.  I found her hot wet, open cunt with
fingers, positioned myself and drove my still steel hard dick, naked,
once more into the burning, drenched inferno of her pussy.
    Again she wrapped her luscious legs around my body, sucking me
deep within her dripping well.  I placed my hands on her ass cheeks,
caressing her slick anal opening with my fingers as we pumped and
thrust, back and forth, in and out.   We fucked for minutes, for
hours, for days, our bodies crushing each other, pounding naked flesh
against naked flesh, my bare penis enclosed deep within the folds of
her flooded vagina.
    "AAHH,  Ahh,  Ahh, AAAHHHHH!"  she cried clamping her pussy lips
about my tool.  "Yess!!  Yess!  YEEESSSSS!"
    Her hips bucked and she clawed at my back, shuddering in orgasm;
in a pool of liquid sweat and passion.  In unconcious, passionate
desire to penetrate her in every way, I slipped a finger into her
assbud as she came and as she slammed into me, her tits were like
spears in my chest.
    "AHHHHHHH," she screamed, her asshole convulsing on my finger.  
She panted and moaned  and I felt my own orgasm come again, my cock
swelling, chafing, cumming, cummmming....!!!!
   "AHHHHHH," I cried with her, shooting my new load into the bowels
of her womb. My naked dick spewed and pulsed with fire, cumming and
cumming,  filling her vagina with my sperm.  Again I bucked and
thrust, pumping endlessly again and again and again.
    Our bodies were totally immersed in sweat from head to toe, the
mosquitoes consuming my naked ass, but we lay there for a long time -
I, still hard in her sloppy wet cavity, playing gently with her ever
stiff nipples, licking her sweat - she softly moaning and writhing
beneath me, her hot, hot cunt spasming every so often on my ever hard
cock, clutching it in a wet, fiery vice of sexual abandon........
    Now, this was fucking.  This was everything I had ever dreamed
about. This was worth a lot of fucking study.

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