I came hard, really hard.Once I got myself together he pulled me off and I got up doggy style, pushing my ass out, hungry for more of his cock. He ent...red me from behind and started fucking me hard again. It wasn’t long before I came again, but he wasn’t done. He kept fucking me more slowly as he squirted lube on my ass.He pushed his thumb into my asshole while fucking my pussy with his cock. Even though we had talked about it I wasn’t sure I could do it. The idea of getting John’s huge cock up. Looks kind of like Silent Bob, if you watch “Clerks” or “Chasing Amy”. On the one hand, I know I could take him in a fight. About a month ago while the sci-fi club was shooting the breeze one of the guys had made the comment that I was probably the strongest guy in the room. Don’t know why he thought that. Maybe because I was usually so reserved, but I knew he was right. I was the one who worked out, rode a bike to work multiple times a week - a 20 mile trip both ways.He hung around Jennifer. "It just wouldn't have made any difference in my case - I don't think my rapist would have acted any differently with better Sex Ed. Besides, he wasn't even a teenager."The content of that statement in itself was shocking to the guests; the level voice it was delivered in only enhanced the effect. Leah, ever the competent hostess steered the discussion in a new direction and for a while Laura could relax, but through a twist she again became the center of attention in a discussion of, of all. The next week, he came over to my house, and I took him to the nightclub that I loved to go to. He was pretty shaken up just at the sight of the place. I shook my head. This wasn't gonna take long. He'd be out on the street, running like a madman inside the hour, I thought. I led him upstairs, as he watched everyone dance and stuff, and into the room that we had come to see. The place was lined along the walls with couches, and had a big screen TV with a game system. There was a bed set on the.