Hardly can one spot a hair in my body or face. The story happened last month when I went to college a week before the vacation got over. I had some im...ortant academic works to be finished from last semester.When I reached the railway station the devil inside me woke up. I thought there will be a few students in the hostel if any, so I can sneak out of the hostel at night and visit the pubs (preferably gay pubs) and have some fun. As the full day I will be occupied with work there is no chance. “No, it’s alright; my generation just never spoke of these things as easily as yours does. I can talk to you about things I’d never talk about with anyone else.” He was silent for awhile, long enough for her to start to wonder if he was going to answer her, and then he did. “I miss everything about it, Beth. I miss the way my heart beats fast, and the way my whole body would tingle; I miss the way a woman feels, and the way she smells, and the little sounds she makes. I miss the way we’d touch. I launched a muffled scream into a pillow, biting down on the dry cotton as my fingers traced an ever-tightening spiral between my legs.God, I needed him! I sketched his cock in my mind. A smooth, gently-curved length crowned with a fat, pinkish head. The one I remembered from that porn scene. It was perfect.Gasping and wide eyed, I crawled across the mattress and fumbled open my bottom bedside drawer, pulling from it a violent-pink vibrator. It buzzed urgently, then throbbed as I instinctively. "Get your fucking hand away and get those legs wider," he snapped, pulling her arm behind her back.She could feel him masturbating and hear him groaning behind her, before he began to slap his hard cock on her ass."Beg me for it, tell me what a horny little slut you are for me. Wanting my meat in you. Beg to make you squirt for me again," he sneered."'P...pleeass.... ahhh, fuck!" she cried, feeling the palm of his hands slapping against her cunt as she was pushed further down on the counter.Her.