It’s just that...” Her voice trailed off.“It’s just that sometimes you want to be fucked like the dirty slut that you are.” I finished, star...ng at her.Ms. Bliss nodded slightly.“Yeah.” She whispered, her breath short and fast.I slowly stood up in front of her. She stared at me and as my hands dropped to my zipper, her eyes opened wide.“What are you doing?” She exclaimed as I pulled my cock out.“It’s not what I’m doing, it’s what you’re gonna do.” I replied, shaking my dick at her.“I can’t. I. Wash the “dirt” away, after the deed was done. He wouldn’t kiss or touch me until he felt clean. Something twisted in the pit of my stomach. I desired him so much, and I wanted so badly to make him happy and be everything that he needed. Why can’t he just let me in? I asked myself, tears misting my eyes. The showerhead turned on and I left the bathroom shortly after, because I knew he wouldn’t let me shower with him. Not until he would “wash the sin” off his body.~oOo~ I was ripped away from. It took a while before either of us could manage to do anything. The first thing was a very breathless, "I love you." Eventually we hugged again, and kissed a bit, before we decided we should get cleaned up, again. We hugged and kissed a lot more that day, but nothing very sexual until the evening. I was keen to do that again, but I was a bit sore. That was unusual in those days, but it had been a truly memorable occasion. He'd been so very enthusiastic and forceful. So we didn't do that again.. "I want to see how big his cock is before it gets soft,"Sharon said. She went over to the bookcase and found awooden ruler and a tape measure. She calmly picked up mypenis and laid it down on the ruler. I could not see whatshe was doing, but she announced to Debbie, "Six inches."With unmistaken sarcasm she looked at me and asked, "Is thatthe best you can do?" I had never measured myself, but Ihad always thought I was bigger than that. However, I saidnothing.Sharon gave Debbie a pen and.