I'd had some meaningless dates, but nothing worth remembering, over the years. I'd stayed busy, but almost totally detached socially. I now realized t...at I had not really been looking. Darla for me was irreplaceable. I had held to the hope, no matter how irrational a hope it was, that her lover would somehow disappear, and I could make a second run at her. I'd have done different the second time around; I'd promised myself that. Well, it was time to cut myself loose from my irrational hopes. No. One of them belonged to a delicate-looking girl, not my usual type but very pretty with her long blonde hair and big beautiful eyes. Suddenly I felt a movement in my pocket. Thinking for a moment that someone was trying to rob me (hardly likely, given my surroundings), I made a grab and found I had hold of yet another girl, who smiled flirtatiously at me and blew me a kiss before pulling her slippery wet hand from my grasp. Hardly had she disappeared into the throng than I felt another hand,. "Ricky came close to popping my cherry, but I couldn't do it. It hurt too much." I did fantasize about uncle Steve fucking me, but it was just a fantasy. I wanted to wait, to save that special part of me for Ricky. Having all these sexual thoughts about your uncle seemed wrong in the first place. But I loved fantasizing about him popping my cherry with that huge, veined cock. That was taboo and I guess that just made it more enticing. In my fantasies, uncle Steve slipped it in and it didn't. “ Yes, fuck me yes that’s how I like it, dirty, fucking so dirty, I’m wetting myself, it’s rammed up me so deep, I can’t help it and it’s all your fault, you made me take cock, I pleaded with you not to take me” she was back to the girly voice, she played the part so well, it spurred me on, ramming my cock deep with every thrust, I called her slut, she groaned, I called her a fucking whore, she panted, she liked slag the best screaming out yes I’m your little slag, fucking take my slag hole,.