"I always had to masturbate." I was pretty non-committal during these ramblings she got into. I found myself simultaneously embarrassed, and very, ver... turned on.At home, I’d fantasize about how great it’d be to fuck her. I’d gotten lots of experience with the two or three long-term hippy girlfriends I’d had. We’d done everything, and for long periods too. The fact that there was such great grass around only helped. Everyone of my age group was generally great in bed—the grass taught us to. She picks them up and lifts them to her nose and smells a strong fragrance of semen and pussy. I must have used them to clean my cock. She shamelessly slide a hand under her gown and rubs her pussy while holding my sex-stained briefs to her nose. She feels like such a slut. I came out of the bathroom and came up behind Jenny. I cup her breasts and rub my growing cock against her ass. I drop my hands to her waist pulling her hips tightly to me, letting my hard cock press along the length of her. She seemed limp and helpless as I eased her out of her clothes, but she made no attempt to stop me. She lay on the bed and I moved her legs apart to enter her. And I fucked her. Her hesitation and the delay it caused only intensified my desire. Perhaps the effect on her was the same, because as soon as I penetrated her she bucked and writhed like a desperate animal. And of all the girls I had had in the past few weeks, and maybe because of the sexual experience she had boasted of, she was the. They were topped with tiny rosebud nipples that turned slightly away from each other and were very sensitive.She smiled at the mirror and admired her face, knowing she would be beautiful some day. She was right about that too. She had excellent bone structure, lovely eyes, kissable lips, a high forehead, a stubborn chin, clear skin and a small nose. Plus a few freckles.She took a deep breath and found one of her cousin's frilly and lace-trimmed chemises, much too fine an undergown to be called.