I thought about the first time I was intimate with Paul. Robert was with his father for a weekend trip, the father who was trying to make up for being...a shit for hundreds of weekends. It was a Friday night and Paul was home. I had made dinner and we had both finished two beers. There was quiet music playing and I was feeling good so I asked Paul to dance with me. At first he refused but I pulled him up playfully and he held me close. Having one beer is usually my limit, but was I drunk from the. Leanne was being fucked in the arse and cunt and had a glazed expression on her cum covered face. At the bar one woman was straddling two bar stools as another woman ate her out. On the lounge there were more women being fucked and surrounding them all were several men all clearly post-ejaculation.I watched as Sharon milked the cocks of the two men and marvelled at her capacity for jizz as I witnessed her playing with the overflow out of her well fucked pussy.Mel was really enjoying sucking my. I shoved again. “Oooooooh, noooooo stop, you’re hurting me!” Shanti screamed.Her up thrust legs jerked spasmodically on either side of my heavy body, kicking futilely into the air to escape the cruel impalement. She stared pleadingly up into my face but found no pity or compassion in my expression, only a sadistic lust that made her blood run cold. Slowly, I forced my massive span of lust-hardened flesh into her constricting inner passage, filling her moist, vainly resisting cuntal cavern. Only a person who risks is free. My thanks to Leo F Buscaglia for the inspiration for this story from his affirmation ‘Risks’ I love getting your feedback and suggestions, and for those who have been so kind to give them, I write for you. * Froo was almost dancing with delight in front of him, her tangible excitement at her small victory making him glow with pride. ‘I told him, we drop Jace at eight, and when he started to shout at me I told him it’s that or nothing and put the phone down.’.