I ran my hands along his sack, and his whole package contracted in response. Then I started pumping his cock in the same rhythm as my lips and tongue...Chad let me service him for a minute, but then he pushed my hands away. “You’re going to make me cum,” he said. “I don’t want it just yet.”I obeyed him to a point, but I still kept rimming his ass. I sucked on his pucker and ran my tongue in a spiral. I loved how tender his skin was down there, and how sensitive he seemed to be. His body. Sex had won. Now everyone was "doing it". An eighteen-year-old virgin was a source of ridicule. Couples like us who missed the free love boat were urged to get aboard.By 1975 middle America Tupperware parties became "Fuckerwear Parties" with a middle class married woman host selling lingerie, lovemaking oils, and sex toys. Pornography was on the big screen with, Deep Throat and Behind the Green Door. Woman’s magazines like Cosmopolitan and Redbook were full of articles titled, How to Experience. I’ve taken Tylenol and I’ve have numbing lube rubbed all over my back. I never gave it even a thought until the story appeared before my eyes. We walk to the bedroom and Master pauses before going inside. He stops to ask me if I really want to do this, reiterating his grave concern for my well-being. My impulsive mind is made up. He reminds me that I never have to do anything I don’t want to and that I can safe word at any time. Then he blindfolds me.I’m led to the bed and strapped in by. With all of the rain that year, the dirt road was getting quite rough but my little SUV could handle it. I found a narrow cove and backed my car in. It should have been warm being late Spring edging toward Summer. Not that year. It was quite cool and pleasant in the high desert canyon.I still had the blankets from earlier in the week. We spread them out to make our lovemaking bed. There were very few bugs out so we left the rear hatch up as we prepared to get busy. The cool air felt good as our.