It was delicious. He was so big that I truly felt impaled by him. He was taller than me so I was almost lifted on to my toes as he began the slowly th...ust in and out of me. From his angle his long tuber was rubbing against my soapy clit on both the in-thrust and the out-pull, and I was in heaven. I'd never had an experience like this with a man before. I'd always been disgusted by the men I'd had sex with before. I'd always picked them just because they were disgusting, at least to look at. But. She sat up and shook her head. There was a pajama top conveniently laid out on a bench at the foot of the bed. She could smell food cooking, and here a radio. She put the shirt on, wondering what kind of weirdo she’d hooked up with the night before. She wandered out of the bedroom and followed her nose to the kitchen, sizing up her new acquaintance from the back. Tall, broad shoulders, big tattoo. So far, so good. She breathed deep, ‘So, what’s for breakfast?’ ‘Omelets. There’s juice in the. "I don't know..." I started."Does your masculinity really feel threatened by this pair of panties?" shesaid dangling a silky black G-string in front of me on her index finger."Ok, I'll do it," I said. "But a word of it to anyone else and I stop." Mum's the word," she replied.I took off my pants and my underwear and slipped on the G-string."It feels tight," I said."That's because you are excited Alison," Maria replied."Hey what's with the Alison?" You are wearing a G-string but you feel. As the waves of pleasure hit her she blacked out. The bell rang and Sue snapped back into reality. She tucked the rod under her desk and rushed to the door to unlock it. The rest of the day was more or less normal.Sue didn’t touch the rod again until the following Wednesday. She’d thought about it nonstop for two days, but had been avoiding it. She was disgusted when she’d realized what had gotten her off, the thought of masturbating to her daughter sickened her. It had been an amazing orgasm.