I wanted to have sex all the time. When I wasn't being fucked I fantasized about being fucked. I loved it when a man looked at me and had that gleam i... his eye. I never felt like this before in my life. When I was with Jim or my other boyfriends it was different. Yes, I've always loved sex but now I constantly craved it. I wanted it so bad all the time. But I didn't want romantic sex. I wanted it dirty and nasty and hard. I wanted to be treated like a slut, a sex object, a fuckhole to be used. The network install went well as everyone else including me expected, but I'm pretty sure that the fear which permeated the armpit sweat stains offended even the hardnosed, late night bus denizens. The green glow of bedside clock read 1:00 AM as my carcass collapsed on the mattress and unconsciousness took me away.The next thing I remember a huge thud rang out somewhere above my head. As I unglued my eyes the light speared me with shafts of bright pain through the blinds I had forgotten to. He gradually got to a point, with much heavy breathing and grunting, where he was draped over me giving it to me hard, humping forcefully enough to scoot my knees forward on the ground. And my fingers had found their way to my clit, so I could diddle it while trying to clench his dick inside me. “Do me like a doggie!” I whispered to him over my shoulder, “Oh, fuck yes, that's fucking great.” I wasn't acting – it was fucking great.“You want it?” he asked, driving deeply.“Mmmmm, yeah, ohhh. She said she couldn't understand why I wanted her, when I had previously pulled with lots of attractive girls of my own age. I reiterated the fact that I love her so much and want to be with her. W then had our first kiss. It was absolutely amazing! My penis was hard as a rock. Mum let me slide my hand up her skirt and into her pantyhose. She massaged my throbbing penis. She stood up, took me by the hand and led me upstairs towards our bedroom. The sex was incredible. Although I had had sex.