I could feel the end of his cock bang against the bottom of my vagina. He was stretching me to form to his penis and nobody else’s. I was having lit...le orgasms as I felt every inch of his throbbing cock go in and out of me. I wanted his seed. I wanted to feel it shoot deep inside me. He wanted to get his knot in me. I didn't know if I could take it. I was going to get it in or pass out. It was the only way for me to know for sure that his seed was going where it was supposed to. I tried to. I am actually quite happy being one. After all, I am sixteen. Yeah, yeah, I know, most sixteen year olds have lost there virginity by now, but my hymen is still intact. Well, from the normal way, that is. I guess one reason why I am still a virgin is because of being a little sister and seeing my older eighteen year old sister pretty much give hers away. I cannot count on my hands how many times guys have been to our house when our parents were not home. She knew I was home though and she did. I ask Dave "How big is that thing." He said 10 1/2 inches how big is yours. " 7 1/2 and I thought I was big but I look like a little boy next to you." He smiled and said "Some times I wish it was smaller a lot of people cant take a cock this big. " " I know I tryed to take it all and about half is all I can get into my mouth." We kept playing and watching guys geting fucked an Dave said "Let's go into the bedroom." We went into the bedroom and before you know it we were in a 69 position. The city riots of New York came along during my adolescence years I joined in the fun got a crew together and turned over a few city guard cars burned a few buildings and stole so much merchandise I didn't starve or work for a whole month. Me and my crew actually got a lot of respect during the riots and that's worth more then any amount of credit. It was set in steel that my crew and I were no mere punk runners no more we are something to be feared, respected, and that we're an up and coming.