One final throb and he slams his cock deep inside my ass. His balls slap against me hard and as the pain shoots up my legs and around my ass I let out...a muted squeal. He leans over me and grabs my shoulders and begins to fuck me like I have never been fucked before. The pleasure and pain of this huge cock slamming in and out of me is like nothing I have ever felt before. Moaning like a woman getting fucked and ready to cum. Over and over, his stamina is amazing. The pain goes away and my balls. Why would I care howJoe thinks I look?"What grade are you in Stephanie?" Joe asked wanting to keep theconversation going. Thinking quickly, I answered him."I am in eleventh grade, Joe," I answered, short and sweet I thought.Then I remembered eleventh grade is the same as him. Joe had alreadytold me I would be interested in girls when I was his age. That's allhe could think of any more.I started to think of what to say next when I noticed Joe was giving methe once over. Joe looked down at my. It was almost smooth there, and I wasn't sure I'd found it until she gave a sigh when my tongue pressed there and flicked over that area several times. I sucked in those floppy outer lips, which had thickened considerably. It was really amazing. You could get them clear inside your mouth and bite on them. It was almost like having a woman's tongue in your mouth. They were THAT large. But she didn't seem to get all that big a thrill out of having them pulled on, so I went back to licking. His French was accepted by the locals, an accomplishment she knew was not something a foreigner could generally do. He seemed perfectly at home here, but something about him made her think he was not a native. He had gone native but France was not where he was born, she was fairly certain. ‘And here we are, Rue de Cerisoles, as promised. Your shop should be on the other side of the street. I will be in that cafe,’ he pointed to one a little farther down on the Champs Elysées, ‘in about an hour,.