I had of coursedpracticed with the dildo my aunt had provided so initially he went inwithout much problems but the full 8 inch was still a new challen...e.There was however another feature aunty had not informed me about forafter a while of quiet gentle vibrations I actually felt a kind ofthumping action going on as if my fantasy lover was actually startingto actively fuck me....It drove me crazy and by now I was so randythat I was now loudly responding to my boyfriends programmed moans. I know this. Write to let me know you liked, or did not like a story, maybe even why.I was a freshman at a community college when I met Leslie. Leslie was... unusual. She would speak as though sex was a sin, and she would go on about the Rapture, and she really seemed to BELIEVE... But, in the next breath, she would see the outline of a cock in someone's pants and lick her lips. I spent a lot of time talking with her and she had an incredible sex drive, combined with an intense guilt about. When they got tired of that I was still turned on and I wanted more. The teacher was furious and handed the broom to another girl. She was supposed to masturbate my man vagina with it. She was reluctant for a moment but then she did it. I doubt she ever did that before as it hurt me. She moved in and out, in and out, and was ordered to go deeper. This was hurting me so the erection went away. I thought my torture is done but it seemed like the teacher had more on her mind. I was ordered to lay. Nearly everything was covered with a fine dust, and permeated by the subtle aroma of tobacco smoke and wood mold. A short and portly man, with thinning hair and rounded spectacles that rested along the end of his nose, remained seated behind a large glass counter. He was thumbing through one of his many books, seemingly unaware of my presence. I asked, ‘Are you the proprietor?’ ‘Forgive me, I didn’t hear the bell,’ the small man said, as he waddled toward me, ‘Old age you know, first go the.