The tight, wet, squeezing butterfly was back, surrounding my cock, struggling to ... eat it somehow, my mind thought. Pretty little butterfly is tryin... to eat me up. Something really nice and kissy and sucky, sucking on me so nicely, so ... up and down, oooh!, that's nice!, up and down, little by little, engulfing me, squeezing me so hard, like a wet slippery fist, up and down, up and down, getting deeper, fucking me.Someone's fucking me ... I think... And the tightness took more of me,. I felt of her breasts first, without kissing her, and then, because I suddenly felt shy, I kissed her to work up the nerve to slide my hand down to her panties. She moaned softly into my kiss and spread her legs for me. I slipped a finger down her crack and slid into her wet hole. I worked my finger around making her clit wet, then rubbed the hooded little button until her sighs turned into muffled moans and grunts in my hair, her hips jerking against my hand. She fell asleep for real, then.. It had started when I was fourteen, and the rules had change a little each year, but it was always the same game. I didn’t know how the game would end, or when it would be over. I didn’t want it to end, actually. So I kept trying to play.He stared at me with that deep, dark gaze he used so well. I stopped, unsure now. Here I was, standing naked in his room, hoping for something that had never happened, and which I didn’t know what would be like, but wanting it all the same. I was scared, but I. Her sanity had returned as she awoke, but only now did she recall what had happened to her, and what it meant."My God!" she said aloud. "He got that dog-prick of his into my uterus and squirted his come all over inside me! I have to get it out of there, quick!"She dashed all over the bathroom, looking for some means to douche herself effectively. There was no proper equipment anywhere in the place.Then she stopped in her tracks as she remembered baring seen an open lab door nearby. She went out.