How many of my recent acquaintances knew Agatha Christie from Dorothy Sayers and knew their characters names and traits? How many could compare the wo...ks of Asimov, Heinlein, and Clarke? None of them except this woman. It was obvious this girl was a thinker and I found myself totally enchanted by her mind. We sat closer and closer to each other over the hours and held hands as we enjoyed each other’s presence and wit. I finally decided the enchantment was mutual, and it was time for me to make. A conversation under the influence of alcohol one night had exposed the reality that Andy had hidden even from his closest friend. Not only was he a virgin (his friend had recently broken his duck with a rather opportune fumble in the local alleyway), but he'd never even consciously ejaculated! At eighteen, this was unheard of. Yet, here he was explaining all this before the rest of the gang came over for their night out.Much drink was consumed, a giant kebab and the whole group collapsed down. Then I felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my cunt. He popped it in and started fucking me. I had my palms pressed against the opposite wall of the booth. I pushed back to meet every stroke. I reached back with my right hand to feel his cock as he fucked my hole. His shaft was slick with my cunt juice. I felt like such a hot slut, bent over in the booth with this huge black cock fucking my wet pussy. I was moaning and calling out, “Fuck me, fuck me deeper, give me that big black. I grit my teeth and open my eyes to see you looming over me with a rope in your hands. “Awww, you really didn’t have to stop I was enjoying the view. Now will you follow me like a good little girl or do I need to treat you like a bad little girl,” your tone is neutral so the decision is solely up to me. I purse my lips and put my hands under my ass showing you that I want to be bad. Your evil little grin appears and I have a split second to react, but you are too fast and have me over your.