The only time I would venture out to Staten Island was to visit one of the shitty beaches. The beaches there were desperately small and lacking good s...ots to get decent snacks like in Coney Island or Rockaway, but they were populated by hordes of nubile teenaged girls with almost virginal attitudes about life and love and lust in the sand. That summer of my eighteenth year I formed the opinion that the Staten Island females were secretly all virgins and they generally didn’t get their cherry. ‘I am going to fill you with my cum, Alayne . . . you’re such a cock-loving little slut . . . ‘ She was crying out incoherently, dizzy with heat and a building flash of pleasure, deep in her mind she was filled with shame at her lack of resistance, but that only heightened the crushing pressure within her. She could not stop it, with a choked sob, she surrendered to it and let it carry her away. As she shuddered beneath the waves of sensation, she felt him explode within her . . . an addition. Afterwards we laughed about it and in a way this felt as satisfying as making out. Not wanting to break the spell I quickly reached behind me and removed my bra. I felt a familiar heat in my face as my cheeks blushed. I have hated it for as long as I can think of that I can't control this reaction of my body to shameful or enticing events. But Matze didn't seem to give it much reflection. He just gently pushed me back on the couch, quickly stripped his own T-Shirt and lay down atop of me. I. Usually I like his gentle kisses. Now it was his turn to be upset, and so the rest of our date was spent in near silence. I just wanted our date to end. And already, as we sat in a cafe drinking a coffee, I was recalling our previous disastrous date of a few weeks ago when I had met Carlo on the way home.I just wondered whether the same would happen again. Unfortunately, there was to be no "fateful" meeting this time. But as I sat at home in my bedroom that evening, rubbing myself between the.