I was growing wet just thinking about Mark. Ever since I made love to Cynthia in the Starbucks, I realized that I was a lesbian. I was raised a pretty...conservative Calvinist and never thought I had a gay bone in my body. Now, I had become completely turned off from men, except for Mark. He was the sexiest person alive. Even my Sweet Sin, as I called Cynthia, who is the love of my life, wasn't quite as sexy as Mark. “You want to please me, don't you?” Mark had asked, “Nothing would make you. ” He kept doing it till half his cock was inside. He let me adjust for 2 minutes before pushing his entire cock in one hard push.“Ouch,” I screamed. “Take it out, please.”“Wait. Calm down.” He held my hands down and then started thrusting. Slowly. By this time, my hole had adjusted to his cock. He increased his speed. Within 30 seconds, he was fucking me with no abandon. I was screaming first in pain. Then slowly, the pain disappeared.I was moaning in pleasure. He would occasionally stop to. " she said, squeezing my stiffness as we kissed again. Another sloppy, lengthy, wet kiss.Coming up for air, she suggested that we move to the back seat. "It seems a lot roomier."As much as I hated that highly unfashionable car, it had way more maneuvering room than anything more contemporary. She sat up and asked me to help her with the zipper of her dress. In no time it was unzipped to her waist. Slowly, she peeled it off her shoulders, leaving her sitting there in a plain white bra. Pulling. "Of course it does, silly; why do you think I'm dating you?" I wasn't porn-star big, but I had nothing to be ashamed of. She had measured me at nearly 8 inches, and told me I was the biggest she had ever had. Well, if I invited Marcus into a threesome with Sarah and I, that wouldn't be the case any longer. I'd seen him in the showers and soft, he might be as big as I was hard."Jesus, baby, I don't know how to bring that up in conversation; we're not exactly friends." I told her, not wanting to.