As a youngster I had done all the usual teenage things. Trying to cop a feel, moving on to going steady and 'heavy petting', the occasional wank, and,...eventually, actually having sex. I'm not going to discuss the girls concerned since we all move on and make a life for ourselves, but that doesn't mean I can't relate some of the background. N.I. is, even now, a pretty religious country and morals are still taught. Back then though; the swinging sixties hadn't had much impact on our wee province.. It was an inch inside when she wriggled her ass about.“Wrong hole, stick it in my ass,” She ordered.I shuffled around behind her until I had her in the right spot, I then forced her into the hood.So with an arm forcing her door into the hood of the vehicle, I then the arm to guide my cock into her asshole.I then applied a bit of slobber from her pussy to the head of my cock to then toy around her lubed anal pucker hole.As it slid in slowly my cock’s head throbbed.Once I was half inside I ground. Occasionally, I managed to corner her on her own in one of the bedrooms and tried to initiate another episode. Every time she fought me with her eyes on the door and her ears cocked for sounds of anyone approaching.I got a perverse pleasure in sneaking up on her and putting my hand up her skirt. Feeling the tops of her nylons and her garter belt felt delicious and I can still get aroused at that thought to this day. She, more than once, slapped my hand away , grasped her shirts close to her,. ‘Her suntanned, fit, sexy body surelooks amazing over his hard, sexy, chiseled body,’ the silent observer admitted from her vantage point on the cliff overlooking the beach. ‘Are they a couple or did she find it,’ asked the mysterious woman laying in the grass on the cliff with a pair of binoculars. Cerise ran her hands all over Nilo’s body like she had always wanted to. Being with this adonis of a man was what she had always dreamed of. ‘Who do you crave to fuck and obey more than anyone is.