I would need to be able to control myself and my urges. I had teased her, prolonged her pleasure and made her beg to cum. “Do not stop,” she int...rjected. “Continue to tease and fuck me even if I beg to cum or am still experiencing an orgasm. That’s what you did last time.” She recalled how I had played with her body, from tweaking her nipples to licking her slit; from fucking her pussy to fucking her ass. Sarah had begun the December game by taping my wrists to the arms of the leather chair. " I wasn't sure what it meant, but I found myself nodding in agreement. Many girls can and do look gorgeous, but very few ever approach a single minute of perfection. Rachel stayed perfect for several consecutive months between September of 1957 and February of 1958.When I talk about perfect, I'm only talking about the physical, cosmetic gifts, because Rachel didn't necessarily score well in some of the other categories, like personality and intellect. She wasn't stupid, but she was a little. I came harder than ever as I felt the first of his potent seed crash against my cervix and into my fertile womb. He filled me up like no other man had done ever. And, before I could get out a coherent sentence, he pulled out of me. With a bright flash of red, he was gone, just like that. * “Hey! Wake up! Bethany!” I could hear someone calling out my name, but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I felt myself being shook by something, but I couldn’t tell what was causing it. “Babe, this. Ever."Hers was an even, emotionless tone. I could have been listening to acomputer describe the pros and cons of picnics. She slowed her hand. Idesperately wanted to cum. My eyes were wide with fear and lust."So, you with the hot cock that I would truly love to fuck and suck dry,time for choices: silence and a three-week fuck party with me or you leavehere to go back to your room and jerk off and forever dream about the mostincredible sex you missed out on because you're scared of a girl.