What you don't have is plenty of opportunity to get fucked the way you should, so relax and enjoy it." Once again, as he had the previous evening, Chr...s caused the head of his cock to impact against her cervix, and within a minute, it had opened sufficiently to accept him into her uterus. Chris truly loved fucking girls this way because it was so much tighter on his cock, tighter by far than any cunt, and tighter than most asses too. The clamping on the head and shaft just below was almost too. The reflexive jets of piss when I disobeyed or disappointed her had worked for a while, but I’d grown accustomed to them. Once again, I’d found myself standing in the shower, doing myself and cumming like a total slut. The urine and warm water had run down my bare legs unnoticed while I energetically fingered my tits and ass and felt a yearning for something I couldn’t quantify. I thought — hoped — it was Stacey. That brought me back to the problem of finding some additional helping hands so. And he ask does it hurt,i said my chest is sore.He said i can do like the Bandaid commercial and kiss it and make it feel better.I said REALLY,he said yeah.so he sat up on the bed, feet on floor and told me to take off my gown.he said come stand in front of me.he puts hand s on my hips and pulled me closer to him.he started kissing my nipples one at a time,then he ask how do that feel,i said feels better,do you want me to stop,no give me more,the he started licking and sucking like he was a. A poet might’ve said he was propelled by the roar of his brethren, and their call was the wind beneath his wings as he leapt high in the air with his fists raised overhead, bellowing his war cry. But no poets would ever write about this boy. I sidestepped him, grabbed his flailing arm, snapped it with my elbow, and whipped him bodily into the rocks. He collapsed to his knees, and I grabbed his jaw and tore his head clean off his shoulders. The tribes of the Maples went silent. A woman screamed.