I always admired her body as she walked down the hallway. She had 36C boobs and an ass that created many a wet dream for me. I knew I'd never be able ...o fuck that body but I can always fantasize about it.A few months after the school year started I was standing at my locker grabbing my books when I saw her talking to her boyfriend. The rumor going around the school was that he had tried fucking her when she stayed at his house the night before. He had allegedly gotten her pants off and was. ”“Susan wait,” Michael’s hand grabbed her arm and spun her back towards him, her hand coming up and ending up on his chest.“We shouldn’t,”“Yet you are here, I am not going to dissect your personal life, but I do know you are here so something is missing and hopefully I can just for tonight provide it, nothing more, nothing less.”She looked down at his chest as he moved in his head forward. Looking back up their heads were now inches away from one another. Michael continued to move forward and. I made my way to her room to knock and see if she was ready to eat. Upon reaching her door I saw it was slightly open. Now as I said, I was very naive and certainly not confident and so my decision not to knock but to gently push her door open still amazes me to this day. Lust is a powerful thing of course, and I was hoping against hope that I would see something, anything. She was sleeping soundly on her side with her back to me and the covers were all crumpled but as I crept quietly closer,. I was looking down on this beautiful scene when suddenly I realized two extraordinary facts. First I had a boner that could have cut diamonds. I thought I was as hard as I could get when I fucked her, but this was beyond hard. I was a marble pillar any Roman architect would have been proud of. But that was the least of thetwo facts. My leg, where Jan’s cunt had rested, was wet. She got off on being abused. Did she actually enjoy the pain or was it the act of submitting so completely that got.