“Shut the fuck up unless you want someone to hear how much of a fucking slut you are. Actually, I want everyone here to know exactly how much you lo...e my fucking cock. You are my slut, now scream for me!” you demand as you violently thrust into my dripping, wet pussy again and again until I'm moaning loudly in a wonderful mixture of pleasure and agony, my nails digging into the muscular flesh of your back.Then a knock on the door startles me from my bliss and without missing a beat you open the. My choice was obvious: Dawn. She wasn't physically nearby, and I hated long conversations on the phone, but there was no one else in the world I'd rather talk to.And more than that, I wasn't totally immune to the knowledge that I'd nearly DIED. Adrienne had nearly DIED. Fuck, EMMA could have DIED. This was fucking serious shit.I'd spent my entire life just bouncing from one pleasure to the next. Yeah, I considered myself pretty grounded after spending the first 15-and-a-half years of my life. He squeezed and fondled the beautiful boobs. He tugged and pulled. He pinched the pretty, pink nipples so hard they began turning purple with loss of circulation.Katie paid scant attention to her grandfather’s roughness. Yes, he was hurting her and yes, goddamnit it was a little painful! But god, the ecstatic feeling between her legs was blocking out all other sensations. The feeling was growing stronger. She increased the tempo of her rhythmic thrusting. Her hips raised and lowered. After paying my $20, I was given a wrist band with the words 18+ and told the bar was open, as long as you liked rum cans or beer. I was not an experienced drinker, but after a week at Uni, I felt like I could handle anything. I stuck to beer, and managed to hold my own with the rest of the party goers. Several hours later I was outside in the hot February night. I was hot, horny and looking for a distraction. I found it with a rangy, strawberry blonde haired boy Ill call Josh. He was a second.