She was a brunette, pretty but not drop dead gorgeous. She had on a red and black velvet corset that emphasized her cleavage, a garter belt, and cuban...heel seamed stockings with a pair of black stilettetos. She slowly removed my lace chemise by first pulling one of my own ample breasts out of the cup that enclosed it. My nipples are pierced in both directions both vertically and horizontally, and my clitoral hood is vertically pierced. Need less to say, I am an orgasm just waiting to happen.. "You going to cum?" I asked expectantly, excitedly, seeing her eyes finally open, the words they spoke in doing so saying yes only a moment before she actually did.My first clue that she was, was the grip she had on me with her hand. I felt it tighten even more forcefully, though she continued to stroke it, perhaps a bit more wildly, more rapidly in addition to that. The second however, was the deep moan unlike any other that I had ever heard before. It was guttural, long, and exploded from her. He asked if my parents would be worried about me. I said they go to bed at 10 and it was 10:30 by now. He asked if I had ever seen Playboy magazines. Yes I said. Back then, Playboy didnt show anything more than tits. He reached under the coffee table and pulled out a couple magazines that showed women fully nude, and asked, "have you ever seen anything like this". I said no, and could feel my cock getting stiffer as I stared at a hot woman with huge tits and a hairy pussy. I covered up with the. By now, he was right up on me, looking down on me sitting on my log. He saw my fear, and smiled broadly. "Relax, pal. What the fuck do you think I'm doing here, taking a fuckin' constitutional?" He gently put his hand on my shoulder, and softly continued. "Seriously, we can't have you getting all afraid. That makes for cottonmouth, and that's definitely no fucking good." He backed up a pace, stood in front of me, and started massaging his hardening cock through his pants. "You are here for some.