Then he was smashing into parts of her that made her dizzy and a small part of her knew could never enjoy a human penis after taking a centaur inside ...er. With each punch of his cock, it felt like an orgasm burst deep in her core from it. This amazing sensation was growing in intensity until there was a constant tide of white-hot bolts of raw pleasure blasting into her gray matter. It was too much for her to handle and her head fell back with a senseless groan as her mind came apart to this. It was wonderful. I loved the feeling. “Keep going till you have it all in and the hold it there,” she said. I did as she said. “Now slowly withdraw, but not all the way and the slowly reinsert. Keep this up and slowly increase the pace until you're giving me a good fucking.” It did not take me long to get the idea. I guess fucking is natural like ducks taking to water. Soon, I was fucking her so good, and she said, “Now harder, pound me white boy.” And pound her I did, as I felt cum boiling up. Jen was asleep, also on the rug, using cushions and a blanket for comfort, no more than three feet from him; the gap bridged by the familiar and arousing musk of Opium. His first thought was to quietly get up and leave but the peaceful sight of his beautiful teacher stopped him. He watched her in the flickering light for several moments before taking a few sips of his, now very cold, hot chocolate and laying his head back down on his cushion. Before he pulled the blanket up over his. We ended up getting stranded and having to walk to a main road, in a pouring rain, and were picked up by two guys. That was the first day of the second part of my life--the second part of all of our lives, actually. If I had asked you to guess how my life has changed since that night, you would not come close to being correct.We stood there, on that road, the three of us, standing in pouring rain. No one had a rain coat, or an umbrella. We just stood there waiting for somebody to come along and.