She was ready and so was I. I would always enter her slowly so we could both savor the sensations of my sliding into her. She’d gasp and say that it...felt, "Soooo gooood." I know it did from my side of our coupling. This time Kelly didn’t want me to take my time to build up momentum. She wanted it hard and fast. I could oblige her. I came earlier in the day and was in no danger of cumming too soon.She was on the edge almost immediately. Being on top of Kelly was a wonder. I loved watching her. He has a tree in his clearing. He calls it his Fuck Fuck Tree. It has branches every which way that he likes to use to put the boys in positions useful to him. He ties them to the tree. And he fucks them and fucks them and fucks them.”“And you claim he has done this to you?” My voice was hoarse now, thick from desire.Before Sydney rolled over on top of me again and we took each other’s rehardened shafts in our mouths, he whispered, “Yes, he has, and it was—and is—nothing like I have ever. "Jo spent most of the next week or so getting ready for her courses. She was very mindful that John had to work, but whenever he took a break, she took the opportunity to ask him something about the English coursework books that she had been reading: all of which he'd had some acquaintance with in the past.At last the day of her first class came around: it was a bit like her first day at school when she was five! John kissed her as he dropped her off on the Monday evening and promised to pick. My room shared a wall with the master bedroom and I could clearly hear Mom and Dad frequently fucking at night. I could hear Mom begging to be fucked harder and screaming in orgasm and sometimes I could hear Dad telling her to drink the cum from his dick. They had a great time with each other, frequently. I had only seen Mom naked once, when I was fourteen. I had walked into the bathroom to piss just as she climbed out of the shower. I jerked off three times that night thinking about her.