I pushed my prick all the way into Ula's cunt and fucked her vigorously and deeply. She was highly aroused from her presence at the meal, her presence...at the meeting, and from the arousal of the two slave girls. I let myself go for a quick cum in her cunt and she orgasmed with me. When I pulled out, she released one of the girls to suck on me and then her. As the little slave sucked my load from Ula's cunt, I moved into position behind her and pushed slowly but deeply into her cunt making her. Yet I also knew that having intercourse was supposed to be the best feelings people could have. I could hardly believe anything could feel better than what I had already experienced, but that was what I had always heard. But that was the big question that I had. Intercourse. Fucking, as I had called it that night with Jukwaese, I remembered. Did I want to do that yet? Was I ready? What would happen if I did it? I wondered if Jukwaese would want to do it on our next date. Well, of course, he. The kiss broke, her arms unwrapped. Deborah leaned back against the window. Her eyes locked to mine as her hand gripped the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head.She stood there nude from the waist up. I’m certain the grin on my face showed my appreciation for her beautiful, ample breasts. All natural, they could not have been more delectable.I must have made the slightest motion toward her.“No. You stand right there.”She stood there a moment longer, which I didn’t mind at. Hell, what eighteen year old does? My companions were a married couple. She turned to me and said, ‘Maggie’s after you, you know…’ I can remember choking on my beer and turning a brilliant shade of red, much to their amusement. All I could manage was, ‘What?’ ‘Oh, she’s been telling folks that you’re going to be the next notch on her bedpost.’ ‘Not bloody likely!’ I said, and I then avoided Maggie like the plague. But she kept popping up in unlikely places, at unlikely times. It was fast.