.."I can only moan and squirm in my discomfort, feeling used, feelingowned... it's hard to focus, hard to think, my poor cock is painful init's prison... and my whole body aches... and yet.. it feels so right.As I'm still in my reverie, Mistress, unstraps the strap on and pullsaway, leaving it deep in my throbbing as. I'm sure it's twitching... Ican hear her walking away and taking a shower, leaving me in my littleslutty world of bondage. She leaves me there as she washes her hair driesit and. I could become a slut, I suppose, but then boys would pass my name around and soon, everybody who asked would want a fifteen minute 'date'.No, I stayed a virgin while all my former close friends drifted away to be with their boyfriends.It was frustrating as hell, and soon I was moving up to my senior year in high school!The closest thing I got to sex was watching Sherri (our head ceerleader) demonstrate how to roll a rubber onto a penis, only she did it onto two fingers.Nevertheless, I was. His balls slapping her nose as more and more of his rigid tool disappeared into her throat. He felt the surge of pleasure and knew his load would be traveling up his shaft and down her throat any second. So he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop and pointed it right at the spot where his daughters mouth was eating Sharons snatch. He came. Like nothing I had ever seen before. Line after line of hot white lightning spewwed forth from his glowing rod. The first hit his daughter squarely in. I guess that turned her on because she her movements became erratic, uneven, hotter, yet somehow better in a pattern that I couldn't quite describe. Everything seemed so perfect. My cock grew as hard as a rock. My stomach clenched, my balls felt full... As I grunted again—very brutal and animalistic but filled with ecstasy—I could feel the sperm leaving my testicles, running up my dick to the head for release. This made it tingle and grow bigger in size. I met one of her thrusts and held.