He had come up to my room when I was studying and pretended to have a real conversation with me. We talked about school and he asked me if I liked boy.... I blushed and he took the opportunity to tickle me, asking me to “spill the beans”, but his hands went under my shirt as I wiggled on the bed. Before long, he was groping my tiny breasts. I remember every word he threatened me with when I accused him of molesting me. “Dolly, you will allow me to do whatever I want with you. This includes. " She wanted to think not. She realized that they would have astounding sex if given the suitable setting. Like, for instance, a kitchen. They could have incredible sex in a kitchen. She could see him pummeling into her, making her shout out in torment (delight?) Jesus Christ. She would nip at his ear in answer and Eli would clearly let out a difficult snort and react with a particularly powerful push. "Where ya headed this evening? She had a suspicion that his chicken would be a magnum opus:. They wore shining metal, with plumes on their helmets, and they all fought more or less the same. It was far from the exciting action of Hollywood. They would enter the “arena” from opposite sides of the field, bow to each other, wave at the crowd once or twice, and then swing weapons at each other until one of them surrendered.The arena was little more than a rectangular area, a few dozen yards across in either direction, with hay bales placed intermittently around the perimeter. Some. She started rocking her hips and I got the idea. We started to move together and it wasn't long until I could not hold back any longer.She couldn't either. As soon as I thrust into her one final time she started jerking and moaning in her own orgasm. The clenching of her walls caused me to cum like I had never done before. We finally collapsed, exhausted and very satisfied.We made love twice more before I had to take her to her friend's house just as the sun was coming up. As I drove off, I was.