Following year her boyfriend was gone and Linda and I started hanging out together... mostly bridge and coffee. One time I shared my woes with her abo...t the girl that I was dating at the time with whom I couldn't get past first base. I remember her saying I had to stop hanging about with younger girls--Linda was older than I by two or three years. Nothing now but a bigger deak then,Anyway, one day over bridge she invited me over to her place for dinner and, of course, I accepted.So there's. He made me grunt in pleasure and then his wild passion increased. Then I felt him pulling out and as it rested above my butt, I could sense my own cum juices dribbling from his cock into the crack of my round cheeks.In just one swift motion, I felt him enter my very tight butthole.I cried to tears in pain, because his thickness was hurting me so bad; but my own wetness made it easy for him to slide in deep.Again he started to pound at me; balls deep, with full length thrusts. His hips were. . I leaned forward and whispers "Please pick me up and lay me on the bed.." He did.. "Now Fuck that pussy like you're mad at it I need it hard and fast" Man did he ever I'm now cumming like a wild woman and went into hysterics crying and begging him to fuck me harder.. He evidently got tired and slowed down.. I wrapped my arms around his neck and said "now back in the chair" once back in control I started fucking him like he had me.. This time when it hit me I went in to a full body shaking. I can feel your skin as it drags against the remaining part of my cock still being pushed into you. I pull back and can see the shiny covering of your fluid on the length of me. O, yea. You’re ready. The next stroke is HARD! Nearly making you fall onto the bed. Still a little twinge of pain rushes through your body, but by the third, or fourth stroke, you’re completely into it, and your juices are flowing. No more pain, but constant pleasure as I pound into you. Your ass rippling just a.