I was proud that I did get it all the way down, but also was unsure of what to do next, kind a like a deer in the headlights. So he slowly pulled it o...t I coughed and gagged some more tears running down my cheeks and he pushed it back down my throat slowly this time so I could get accustomed to it. Then he pulled out again and started moaning they pushed it back down my throat I was on my knees with my cock hanging out with this monster lodged in my throat and I was happy and proud! He was. My friends by and large seemed to have boyfriends and I’d begun to feel a bit left out, so I said yes. We met in town and he took me to a coffee bar. After an hour or so he suggested a walk in some nearby woods. We walked hand in hand into the dappled sunlight and I’d begun to wonder what my first kiss would be like. I was a bit nervous, but I knew others were doing it, and more, so once again the ‘being left behind’ syndrome kicked in. Deep into the woods he gently maneuvered me down on a. I quickly learned not to leave money where Bobby could get his hands on it because as soon as he had some he went out drinking and when he drank he usually got drunk and when he got drunk he got abusive. The first time he came home drunk and hit me I was so shocked and upset that I ran out of the house crying and drove down to the park. I sat on a bench crying for over an hour and when I finally stopped I went home and found Bobby passed out on the living room floor. I left him there and went. But not me. "Nothing obvious is out of place." Maybe on the outside. Here, take a good look." She stretched herself open. Her vaginal lips parted. She was pink and vulnerable. And dry. Not a lick of moisture."Looks good to me." And it did. "Just not moist." My breath caused her pubic hair to dance."What was that? It felt good." Just my breath." Check inside the entrance. Deeper." How?" Wrong question as soon as I said it."Use your finger or something."The proper something would be my penis, and.