.. No, that's not true at all. We never had sex. We never even kissed, unless you consider a kiss on the cheek kissing. Of course I had often thought ...bout sex with her. Too frequently in fact.I had sat by and watched while Monica dated but never had the nerve to step up myself and approach her in that way. I dated too, but never had a lasting relationship. That's probably because my mind was elsewhere. Elsewhere just happened to be Monica. The college years went by and we kept up our routine,. He could feel how hard his cock was it felt like steel, he felt strong, manly and invincible as he used this whore. He felt his balls, heavy with sperm, bounce against her arse. He looked down and could see her flaps stretched tight around his shaft. His knob pushing inside her, spreading her tunnel as he descended into her core. Her cunt yielding to him, wanting him, wet with her juice, he owned her. Her body was his. And he knew that her mind was following. He was sure she was now humping. A jolt of electricity shoots down my thighs, my mouth wide and agape and dry. You insert yourself inside me, your hand pushing me more firmly into the wall. It hurts. I wouldn't ask for any less or any more.Slap. Bang. Whack. You fuck me hard and fast, with all the lust and hunger and desire I crave. I feel you batter my cervix, your hardness swelling and grinding against the tight, muscular grip of my walls. A hand gropes greedily at my tits, crudely tweaking and pinching a hard nipple between. With a third of me inside, her rocking turned into bouncing. This was her signal that she had as much inside as she thought she could take. Panting with anticipation it was clear that she was eager to cum. I moved my hands to her waist and spread her pussy wider so she could fit more of me inside. “Take more,” I told her. She pled back to me, "I don't know if I can."I lifted her slightly and took control of her body weight as I reassured her, "yes, you can." As I moved my hips back and spread.