' They just seemed that way. They weren't meaty, per se, but they just had that look like they could stand up to my cock, really grip it if I were s... lucky as to be able to have sex with her."Why thank you," Carrie responded to my earlier compliment. Call it wishful thinking, but I took this as an invitation to start licking her pussy. She had no qualms about this and instantly got into it. Her soft moans grew louder as I licked and rolled her clit and licked along the entire length of her. It felt so nice, I remember holding my cock at the base and waving it from left to right, while it contacted the elastic. The sensation continued, and so did I. All of a sudden, I began to feel a brand new sensation, as my first ever load of cum began to shoot out of my balls up my cock and all over me and my bed. I just lay there, stunned by what had just happened. For lack of a better description, that was the best fucking thing I had ever done. The nice thing about being young is how quickly. It was obvious she was getting very horny, easily as horny as she had been the first time I tried to fuck her. Things were progressing exactly as planned, and my chances of losing my virginity today were looking better by the minute, but I knew I wasn’t there yet. Most importantly, I had to give her an orgasm before I could make another attempt to penetrate her. At this point, the fear of getting slapped had almost faded completely, so I made my next bold move. I moved my hand to the front and. What was this? Obviously she had been a*****ed for forced prostitution abroad, like the urban legends, but surely that couldn’t happen here, on a construction site in the Montreal suburbs. Didn’t things like that only happen to runaways and d**g addicts in urban centres? Part of her wanted to follow her instincts and scream, try to escape, even give her life to save her dignity, but her rational side appealed against such desperate measures. No, it was more logical to wait, to plan, to speak.