He pushed harder and with a predictable sharp pain my ring slipped over his cockhead. His hand covered my mouth and constrained my exclamation. “Fuc...ing hell!” He said as his feet shuffled about to steady himself. It was painful. I knew it would pass and I was quite able to tolerate his size until it did. He paused, I breathed deeply and for a moment remembered the gritty determination Harrison showed as he sat on my cock. I must do the same.Before I could gather my thoughts Nick pushed deeper,. Basic questions like if I was from around there, if they were visiting, etc. They were in town to visit the fair and the rest of the city. One of them asked if I wanted to hang out later, said yes, we exchanged contact info, and we parted ways after a decent amount of time of talking.Went home, showered, and awaited for her to send me a snap. Sometime goes by, roughly 4 in the afternoon. Then I get the message. She’s at a hotel not too far away and she provides her room number. I arrive. I. He slid his finger in deep before gently pulling it out again, one finger lightly touching her clitoris before re-entering her. She was lubricating heavily, and felt as if her juices must be running down her inner thighs. Max curled his finger while inside her trying to find that magic spot. Brenda squirmed with pleasure and her hand slipped further into his shorts, allowing her fingers to slide down the shaft of his awesome cock. Her fingertips moved down towards the stem then back up till. Well it isn’t anything like that; nothing like that at all! Zoe is an angel. A very weird different angel, but an angel nonetheless.A bit of back-story: Zoe and I were in sixth form together; sixth form is what we call the two years at school between high-school and uni in England. She was the frumpy quiet shy tiny girl hiding in the corner who never approached anybody, never talked, never got noticed. And if anyone tried to approach her she would have been rude and cold and uninterested..