I didn't yet understand how I could feel so physically drained from what I was doing, but the thought that I felt weak in the legs like I'd run ten mi...es was even weirder.I opened the fridge and grabbed the unfinished half of my sub and an iced tea. My fingers actually shook as I unwrapped the clingy plastic. The first bite was sheer bliss, and the second and third were not far behind it. In between bites I guzzled iced tea.Breakfast the next morning was prefaced by a new routine. I spent. There was an old tree that had fallen and we laid up against it. I got up in front of him and asked if i could see my gift. He was so red but said yes. I undid his belt buckle and undid his pants. I then pulled down his zipper. I could see that he did wear them and his cock was so hard and big. I Lower his pants and let them fall as i raised his shirt.There he was standing there wearing my pink satin panties. I asked how they felt? Very good he said. They must feel okay because your cock is so. I propped pillows behind her back and waist so her breasts were upturned, offered fully exposed and even straining a bit. I ran my hand over the skin, telling her to look at it, how pretty and white it was, because it was never going to look that smooth again. Soon it would be criss-crossed with red welts. She teared up but I could smell her heat. Pain sluts were not usually my cup of tea and it still surprised me that a body could have both reactions at the same time, but hers did. I touched. But, moment by moment my sense of myself and my desire crystalized. When he came, spurting his cum into my pussy, I gasped at the sheer volume that he deposited into me as if the forcefulness of his mating with me caused a primal effect on him as well. I wasn’t sure I was going to orgasm under the assault. The times I had been used and gang ****d in my distant past were time of being used by men for their pleasure, not mine. I anticipated the same thing here, but it was different now. I was.