Used to frequenting pubs for a few beers, getting lucky was the best outcome I could expect. More often than not, my only company on the way home was ... bag of chips. Transforming ourselves into two grown-ups, this was different, we were going to a ‘cabaret’ bar in town. In all honesty, I was not quite sure what to expect. ‘Town’ was a middling sized municipality to thirty thousand people, a place for which the word ‘provincial’ was made. Called Club Bisou or the ‘Kiss Club’, Brigitte used to. She pushed it back in and her groan of desire rang loud and clear. Oh, it felt good."Oh, yes! Uhhhh!"She tossed her head, digging the handle in deep. She jerked it back fast. Then, spreading her legs wider, she really pushed it all the way inside her. She dug it into her cunt, hard and deep. Her grunts of pleasure could not be suppressed. It started feeling damn good, and then she threw all caution to the winds. It didn't matter that her father was watching. It didn't matter who was near. She. And then, suddenly her skirt and panties fell to the ground around her ankles and she stepped out of them gracefully. We continued kissing and moving more and more into the forest off the trail, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. Nicole was now completely naked except for her running shoes. I continued playing with her moist clit and trying to reach to get a finger inside her. She grabbed my shorts with both fists and yanked them down freeing my cock. I clumsily stepped out of them, the. ”I realized that Gary had ruptured my hymen with his fingers. But the pain disappeared rapidly and the intense pleasure returned. I was too aroused to be concerned with my ruptured hymen at that moment. I would have ample time to lament its loss later.Gary ’s fingers were massaging a spot deep inside of me the was bringing me closer and closer to my third climax of the day. I could feel the lubrication gushing out of me, as Gary stretched me open wider with his fingers. My pussy was actually.