Main: Uiiii maaa ruko…Wo bola: Bas meri jaan thoda aur.Usne ungli nikaali, aur apne lund ka topa mere hole pe rakh diya. Fir thoda oil laga kar push...kiya, to thoda topa andar chala gaya.Main: Aahhh..Usne fir zor se dum lagana shuru kiya, aur poora lund andar daal diya. Main zor se chillaane laga. Usne mujhe lita diya, aur mere muh pe hath rakh diya. Maine usko lund nikaalne ko kaha, to usne bola-Dhiraj: Bas thoda dard hoga.Fir kuch der baad dard kam hua, aur usne mujhe chodna shuru kar diya. Wo. I loved looking at them. They wouldn't really notice me, but I would stare at them. I loved their breasts. I wanted to touch them, suck on them, fondle them. I never did got the chance, though. I found some porn magazines in mum's bedroom and I would masturbate too them often. Needless to say, I was a sexual time bomb waiting to go off by the time I was 14. It happened one day just before the easter holidays...I'd just popped home to grab a few things between school and football practice. I. I have to use my oral...no, let me reword that, my story-telling abilities alone, to bring out your, shall we say, inner pig. In my case you have to bring out my inner slut. But I digress. Where was I. Oh, yeah, no cock-stroking on my part. You can play with yourself, though. It loses you points of course, but don’t let that stop you. Like with all my games the losers usually end up having more fun than the winners anyway. Are you ready to begin?” “I suppose so,” I replied, not knowing what to. =====I was frozen to the spot.Feeling my knees buckle involuntarily, I had to put my hand out to stopgoing over on my high heels. My mouth opened and closed noiselessly. Ahundred different thoughts crowded in at once, fighting for attention, butI felt unable to organise them into any meaningful order. I guess I wasfucked.After what seemed like hours, but must have been scant seconds, Sato fireda challenging "well?" in my direction. I raised my eyes to see her stoodthere with her hands on her.