SMACK. “35 Master, thank you very much may I please have another.” I felt her wetness on my leg. SMACK. “40 Master, thank you very much may I ...lease have another.” Tears were flowing and her ass and I could feel the heat of her ass cheeks without touching them. SMACK. “45 Master, thank you very much may I please have another.” She reached up between my legs and started stroking my dick with a shaking hand. SMACK. “50 Master, thank you very much, but please stop I don’t think I can take. I pushed out like I was having a massive bowel movement, and forced myself back. HARD. I let out a loud moan. Okay, maybe a scream. Fuck that hurt. I felt what I hoped was the head of Jim's cock penetrate my cunt. Through the pain, I could feel the ripped muscles surrounding my hole firmly holding the head of Jim's cock. "Do you want me to pull out?" I heard Jim say softly. "NO" I fairly shouted. "Give me a moment." I rocked forward just enough to make the head lodged inside my opening pull on. It wasn't until weeks after he broke it off that she realized he had prepared for her, or for someone."Are you all right? I mean physically?" Judith was still there."I don't feel very well."Not Saturday night at the party, but six years earlier, Margaret had felt impelled, excited, scared, unspeakably high. John Boehler and she had French kissed, and he had squeezed her breasts through her dress. He'd unbuttoned the dress, pulled her bra up, and licked a nipple. I was out of my mind. He'd. Jack moved slowly in and out and the slight pain in Cindy’s cunt was soon replaced by the pleasure of it all. She responded by fucking back as Jack thrust his huge member in and out of her cunt. The tempo increased as Cindy got used to the bigger cock that was now pounding her. She could sense that it would not be long before she would cum for third time and the night was yet young. She couldn’t believe that such sexual wanton could be so pleasurable. She had only ever been fucked properly by.