Without going into detail on how it happened (another story, perhaps?)we experimented our way into heavy petting, and graduated to some mildoral sex (...o orgasm this way, at least for me) and mutualmasturbation. Both being Catholic and in HS, the guilt, paranoia, anddown right fear of pregnancy kept us from going any further. The sameguilt and paranoia always infected our trysts and made them lessenjoyable. I digress but it is important to the story…. I was terrified! I wanted her so. It seemed forever, that he ravished me and squirted semen into me, while the men joked and laughed. He could not, you see, remove his penis until the swelling went down. I didn't think anything could be worse than that, but they brought out another dog, and they pressed his long, pointed penis against my anus. I was, by this time, sobbing hopelessly and crying that they were tearing my anus, but of course that didn't stop them."When the second dog was finally able to pull out, I was . I was very excited and I decided to take care of him like he was my husband so I could repay him for having introducing me to this wonderful world of sex and which is so enjoyable and satisfying. When he rung the doorbell I knew it was him since I heard him park his car.I immediately took my clothes off and rushed to open the door and welcome him. As soon as I opened the door he caught me in a tight embrace and kissed my lips and my nipples very nicely for a long time. I reached out to his. “He’s passed out,” he reasoned. “I won’t make you do this, Tiff, but I know you can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” He wrapped his hand around my back again and pulled me closer, his eyes glittering eagerly. I shamefully averted my gaze from his and gave no response. He pulled me in closer and took another kiss from me. This time, my desire overpowered my will. I grabbed him by the face and climbed on top of him, our lips hungry for each other. My pussy was swelling up against the.