Maybeyou've always been like this, and she just gave you the body to matchyour cravings. Either way, you may go now."Tristan rose, and felt the man's...semen dripping out of his anus as heleft the room. Shame, excitement, fear, and indignation roiled in hismind all at once.*Tristan was back in Arista's quarters, sitting on the couch, and staringinto nothingness before he came back to himself. The sheer horror atwhat he had done nearly overwhelmed him. What had come over him? Wasit some sort. I feel your small tender hands on my waist as you urge me forward. You want this as much as I do. You are so wet that I slip all the way to the hilt in one long smooth motion. I hear you gasp as I fill you with my prick. I stay deep inside for a moment enjoying our connection but you urge me to move. I pump in and out of you rubbing my pubic bone against your clit with each stroke. You can hear me moan softly with each stroke. You can smell my naked male scent as I begin to increase my rhythm.. Since they met, Angela had been a leader in social endeavors. She loved to dance, enjoyed going to concerts, and bought weird (to Frank) music to play in his car."Come on, Mr. Stuffy! Let's go!" she said as she was changing into her party clothes."I was hoping to finish my book today." Frank was in the middle of a science fiction trilogy."Do it some other time. The music at the Centurion is pretty good. I want to dance!" insisted Angela.She came out holding something filmy and green in her. Edy kept herself clean and trimmed but never fully shaved, her bush only adding to the extended thickness of her labia, a mere layer of warm fuzz for any man brave enough to stick his tongue into her steamy valley of delight. Edy always thought men unwilling to eat bush to be a waste of her time, most women she knew agreeing with her. Edy was the odd one out in her circle of female friends in her open willingness to suck down and swallow the contents of a man’s balls, but all women seemed to.