I pushed her into a doorway and drew my big knife. Around the corner came the young man who had just lost his friend and his sweetheart. He was angry,...furious, embarrassed, not thinking very straight, and I almost regretted having to kill him. He fired, still running at me and the ball whipped at the side of my breeches, tearing the cloth near my knee, just above my boot top. He staggered to a stop right in front of me, and I gutted him. He looked surprised, I pulled the blade out and he fell. It’s not for sex per se, because I have other cocks in me, on average, twice a day. But that is work. Feeling the hands on my body and the rubbing and squirting down there doesn’t meet my most important needs. I need loving sex from a man who is not joining with a busty beautiful blond body, but with the person inside that package. And that man is my boyfriend. He is not handsome or rugged or even have the biggest penis I get regularly. He just loves me to pieces.I work part-time at the office. There wasn't a lot of sexually explicit stuff available when this began. Hell! Major network television was still signing off at midnight. All four of them! One day after classes, we hurried to his house, our desire pretty evident as we rushed through the front door and started working each others pants off. Today started a little differently. I reached into Stephens pants and took hold of his steel hard penis. He was small of stature but had a thick 8 inch penis that I could clearly feel. I sat up on the couch as she took off my shirt and vest, her hands ran down my abs and she ran her hands down my muscles. She got on her knees and took her top off, the sunshine was heating the house up, she was on her knees, naked with her body illuminated by the sun. Her body and boobs began to glow just like her big smile. She slides of my shorts while my big black dick was fighting to get out of my grey boxer shorts. As I stood up she released my shorts from my ankles, she had a hungry look.