With a grunt, " UG..UG..UG..UG" I drive my hips forward using my weight. For a brief moment her lips resist and then split to allow the hard instrumen... to enter her. Slamming through her hymen driving in about six inches. Women and especially virgins are not meant to be deflowered like that, so I was not surprised when her whole body jerked in response to the invasion of her tight narrow tunnel. The white hot pain of the instrument slicing into her. My face only inches from her own as she. Then he got started. The uniform consisted of a pale teal crop top like many of the tops that the girl athletes were wearing at the Olympics. The girl had largish breasts and the artist had to bend down to spray upwards. Her nipples were rock hard. The top looked a bit boring, but that would change.Next he asked the girl to sit on a stool and open her legs a bit. He sprayed all over her pussy and around her butt hole. “Will I still be able to pee?” The girl asked.“Yes my dear you will, your. That shouldn't bother me, but I couldn't help it: after all there had been that incident.Just one time: one night. I don't know what sort of mood got us to try it: I know we'd been drinking. And silly: we'd been silly that night. And somehow it had happened. And the next morning, I'd found myself lying in my bed, shaking with embarrassment.Me with a woman! Leah! My best friend for years! The horror of that morning still haunts me: what was going to happen? How could I face her?I should have. My body quivers as my hands move slowly down imaging them to be yours, cupping my breasts, my nipples rolling between my fingertips as they harden. Down my belly, slowly stroking hot flesh, soft, yet burns with desire. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs,.