Once again I could feel the pressure of a climax building, so I forced myself to slow down to shorter thrusts, and rolled over on to my back, taking L...cy with me. With her on top and a slight pause, I managed to delay the orgasm for a bit longer, and let Lucy take control. To begin with she just pushed her crotch back and forth, still lying on top of me, then she pushed herself up on to her arms, her hair falling down over her face and her breasts swaying as she began rotating her hips in a. I gripped her wide hips with both hands and held her tight as my pumping escalated to thrusting. My lungs struggled to keep up with me, and I started panting to compensate. As my cock disappeared between her milky thighs, I remembered how large and glorious her breasts were during our first encounter. Lying on her stomach like this, with me thrusting on top of her, I couldn’t see that magnificent chest, much less touch it. It was disappointing, I’ll admit, but I was still balls deep inside the. He continued to rub his face and bite and now even took his hand started stroking.L was in heaven. The obvious pleasure of someone playing with my dick. The excitement of doing something like this with a man for the first time. The fear of doing this in public. And at that age l was not very experienced in the matters of sex. After the first experience with my maid which I explained in the first story, this was the most excitement I had until that point.His games continued. He pressed and. Throughout most of my childhood I was a tomboy, in every sense of the word. And I had been a nightly bed-wetter for as far back as I can remember. I was also a very rebellious child.I'm not sure exactly when the oversexed part of me actually started to "kick in." However, I do remember that throughout my early childhood, my mother was always chiding me and ordering me to stop playing with myself, because I had a natural tendency to reach down between my legs and hand-massage my crotch, right in.