I laid next to her and kissed her. Her tounge was attacking mine and she was moaning wildly.I placed my hand over her pussy and felt an intense heat. ... easily slid two fingers inside of her. I fucked her pussy with my hand at a frantic pace. My palm was rubbing her swollen clit and her legs shook.Within a minute she yelled, “You are going to make me fucking cum!”I increased the speed of my hand and tried to grind my palm into her clit. She kicked her legs and her ass came off of the blanket.. He came inside of me and then paused in place over me for a moment before finally climbing out of bed. A strange man has just fucked me! I have no idea who it could be and I'm surprised to discover that the fact that I don't know who just fucked me is in itself kind of exciting.I'm not so far gone that I'm not aware of how out of character the thoughts I'm having are for me. I should have been furious that Josh has just allowed some strange man to fuck me. Not mildly excited! Mildly? No. That. His tongue glided smoothly on her skin — like a skater’s skates on a fresh coating of ice. She ran her fingers through his hair — gently at first — before tugging on it roughly, beginning to rake her powerful fingernails across his scalp. Sadistically she wanted to know how much pain she could inflict on him before he’d protest. A few times he was on the verge of voicing his objection but each time he was about to — she’d become gentle — teasing and playing mind-games with him. It was. A woman’s role is know and excepted. She can be girly and flirtatious and not have to hide her love of cock and love of getting fucked. I experimented. I hid away girls underwear in my room and when no one was around, I would wear them. The girlier the better, soft lace, silky thongs. They felt incredible as they cradled my cock and balls. I loved the way they felt and made me feel. Very sexy and horny. I would imagine a man taking me from behind, pulling my thong to the side and ramming his.