So, I told him to pull the hair out with his teeth so no one would feel bad. That happened fairly often after that, and I sort of got used to them pul...ing out the hair in my crotch. Then I noticed I was getting hair under my arms. I went to Mom."Mom," I said, "I'm getting hair under my arms. Should I pull it out, too?"Well, that started a discussion that ended up with Mom realizing I was missing the hair on my pussy because I'd had it pulled out as fast as it came in. My pits were, of course,. She sits me in the bed and starts asking me -What would you like to do, honey? Do you want me to start blowing you and then you fuck me in all fours? Or would you like a girlfriend experience¿I answer in a whisper-****...-Do you want to **** my ass, honey?- She smiles to me while she pulls down her underwear.-No, I want you to **** me - I answerShe stands still, like she cant believe what she's hearing.-I want to know how it feels to be ****d. The pain, the pleasure, but over all I want it to. “What do you say?” I couldn’t think he smacked my ass hard. “WHAT DO YOU SAY?” Thinking to myself bitch please! “Thank you sir may I have another!” I practically choked it out. He squeezed it twice, I practically screamed. He took the lead off “B” and used it himself HARD. I was impressed the feeling now looking back. It was unrecognizable nothing I had ever felt. I liked it a lot I wish I would have remembered the crop though more sting would have helped the effect. He pumped it four more. Holding her hand over her mouth to muffle her moaning, Becky was in the throes of sexual bliss. Had she known how good it was to be fucked, she would not have waited so long.Her moaning, and knowing she was enjoying being fucked, only spurred the Coach on. Soon he was slam fucking her. Because he had so recently came, he had better than normal staying power, meaning Becky just might be receiving the best fuck of her life. Becky began having a series of small orgasms, but when the Coach blasted.