It paused slightly at the spot of resistance, her hymen I knew, so I gave a bit more pressure and it slid past. ‘Ow,’ she cried out softly, tears...in her eyes. ‘Baby,’ I said, quickly pulling out and pulling her to me. ‘No, don’t stop, please,’ she begged. ‘I don’t want to hurt you Lil, I never want to hurt you,’ I told her, kissing her forehead. ‘I want you to make love to me, I want you to do it now, please,’ she asked, pushing her body against mine and kissing me. I felt the moisture. They talked about who, where and how they liked to fuck. They were so open and confident and I found my sexual libido rising. Within the first six months of knowing these people I was trying new things, fucking new people in new ways. I'd experimented with BDSM, lesbianism, threesomes. I was becoming what some people may call a slut, and loving it. Many people associate sexual exploration, especially in young adult girls as a sign of depression, hopelessness and low self esteem. For me it was. You have such big balls...Buck!" said Mrs. Royal."It might help if you make him wet." I said. Mrs. Royal than tried to spit on my hard cock. She missed and most of it fell between her huge cleavage. I looked down. It was right between her deep cleavage. She than tried to spit again. The same thing happened. I glanced at her husband. He was rubbing his small cock inside his pants. I than grabbed the back of Mrs. Royal head. I inched her lips closer to my cock. I than let go as she moved her. She took off her skirt and saw the black satin panties underneath, it formed to her tight little ass perfectly, and she let her keep her stockings on and told her to get on her knees. Cris gladly did, she could feel the excitement building as she looked at her incredibly sexy Mistress, standing before her with her robe and white panties on.Her tits were small but perfect with hard nipples longer than hers, she wished she could suck them for her sometime. Thinking about feeling them on her lips.