Chip knew exactly what he was doing. He took me right to the edge — then, without warning, pushed fingers deep inside and curled them to rub that sp...cial spot. I was off. I trembled uncontrollably, the waves of orgasm flooding through every nerve in my body. Before it ebbed, Chip moved into position and needed no guidance in sinking his strong hard cock into my gaping sopping cunt. He fucked me with pure unadulterated force. He was going after the prize and he was on the right course. We were. "Yes. A school picture from last year." I exhaled slowly, mother had several pictures of me, us, upon her dresser."Cute face. Perhaps she could be trained to be a good little cunt-licker like her mom?"A gasp and then mothers pleading, "No, please Ms. Tommelson... !"'Cunt-licker'?The harsh laugh of the older woman overrode my mothers startled cry. My heart seemed to be beating three times its normal pace as I was witnessing something sordid... something adult. And then there was the suggestion. ‘So, how does that compare to most guys?’ I asked, getting interested in the subject. ‘I think the average is about 6 inches long and a little more than one inch in diameter, maybe 4 inches around,’ he answered. ‘So you’re twice as big as average,’ I said, ‘That seems about right, given what I’ve seen of your friends.’ We have thrown some ‘skinny dipping’ parties at his father’s house. ‘So, you look?’ he asked, kidding. ‘Of course I do, you know that. Just like you look at the girls when we. Like you said, 'I am who I am.'"For the fist time since he'd started talking to her, she [i]looked[/i] at him. If she'd been asked to describe him now, she'd only need one word: terror. He frightened Tracey to her core. "I can find out," he said. He turned back to the window.The calm Tracey had forced on herself was gone. Sweat beaded her brow and her heart raced. [i]No, he can't. People can't[/i] do [i]things like that.[/i]"Yes, Tracey, I can."The two sat in silence. Tracey grasped the sides.