. into my butt. It hurt horribly. They were saying and yelling horrible things like ‘ride that cowgirl.’ I used my other hand this time to scra...ch this guy and I think he was leaning over me more because when I scraped him with my nails he felt it and groaned “ouch.” He hit me hard for it. He lasted longer then I ever thought and I was so sore from him. When he finally finished he pulled out and I think my nails left a mark on him because they got really mad at me and they hit me with a. I was always a shy kind of a person and always used to feel embarrassed to discuss my sexual fantasies even with my closest friends. Eventually all my friends came to a notion that i am a very orthodox kind of a person and do not like to play around. Most of my friends knew how to enjoy life and they knew the meaning of life. I used to feel gutted when my friends talked about their sexual experiences. Some of my friends had sex as early as 17 years old. Some of my friends used to ask me if i. “Aaron is going to tell you some stories when you guys get home later. With every detail. That is an order too, not a suggestion. Am I understood, Aaron?”“Yes, Miss Heather.” That would be a long conversation.“One of the things that I enforced,” Heather continued, “was that erections were only allowed with permission. Actually, that was my sister’s idea, but let’s not split pubic hairs.” - she chuckled at her wit - “Aaron,” - her tone had changed - “did you get permission for that. I caught her hand and pulled her to me and hug her tightly. I started kissing her vigorously, everywhere on her face, be it her chin or her lips. She was not responding at all. I got angry and left the room.After around half an hour and while I was in my room, she knocked to ask if I wanted to eat something. I denied and told her to leave me alone. Then I was shocked hearing her next words. She said, “You know, my pussy is your today’s food! I couldn’t believe my ears and jumped out of the.