This story is really about a teen named Rachel and her boyfriend. Girls, I left him without a name so he could be wherever you want him to be. Thanks ...or reading! I was so glad when he had asked me out. I felt that my world had changed. An older guy. He was seventeen, I was fifteen. For a couple of months, everything was very easy-going. We held hands, we made out some and it was just the perfect teenage relationship. About eight months into our relationship, we went to this nearby pizza. His head was down and I was plowing his ass like he was a little fuck-bitch. I kept plowing him, his head banging into the wall of the shower and I couldn't stop. Finally, we got out of the shower and started to dry off. He then again, turned around and offered me his ass. He bent over grabbed a hold of the side of the tub and was begging for my steel hard cock to fuck him again. So I grabbed him by the waist and jammed my hard cock deep into his very well lubed up ass. Standing there in the. Peter Tallman was only a few inches taller than her own five-seven, but he had a presence that let him fill a room. He was blonde, with thick hair that was more wavy than curly, a dark tan, blue eyes, and perfect gleaming white teeth. He was wearing a short-sleeved knit sports shirt with a company logo on it, and thick golden curls covered his forearms and showed at the open neck of the shirt. He was powerfully built, like a weightlifter, with a broad chest and wide shoulders, and his muscles. He kicked Kardan's hand viciously,releasing it from its feeble hold on the weapon. Grabbing the grip ofthe blade, he savagely withdrew it from his shivering servant. He hadalways wanted to see the sword that had killed so many trained soldiersover the years. And he was not disappointed. It was a fine weapon;masterfully crafted and beautiful in its simplicity. He watched the sunplay over the grey steel and worn leather."Bind him with twice as much caution as you would gave a normal man,"he spoke.