Okay, so not all sex-story cliches are wrong. She reached back to touch her clit, and came so hard she nearly squeezed my cock into a soda straw. Peri...talsis... gotta love it.And again. And again. This was one ass-crazy lady... I thought maybe I wouldn't get her pussy anymore. As it turned out, while it wasn't a one-time event it was repeated mostly on special occasions. But she'd lost her anal cherry and we'd done it with little discomfort and more than a little pleasure. And I'd learned that. "What?" she said annoyed when seeing it was me. She never talked to me or anyone during gymnastics practice anymore."Can I talk to you?" I asked."Do you want to schedule me to give you a blowjob? Is the rest of the team not enough?" It's just sex." Not to me. I want someone who likes me for me before I do anything." So why do you date football players? You know they only want one thing." I never was so bold with Melissa before."You don't know nothing," she said angrily."Dating Matt or Mark. !!!I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging. The feeling stirred in me, a sensation of fear mixed with desire. I had forgotten about my unintended souvenir, but seeing them peek out from under his jeans was hot, confusing almost, sexy, scary, all sorts of feelings that contradicted each other. All coming together to create a tingle down below that started to get me wet. I had my doubt about what I saw, but tried to comprehend what it meant if in fact he was wearing my panties.Three beers and only two orgasms later, the conflict of what I.