He pulled out again, further than before, and it felt like it was trying to suck my cunt out with it. My cunt felt like it was being pulled by his coc...; I could feel it emptying, and suddenly felt full again as he slammed into me. He increased his speed as my pussy relaxed. He fucked me harder, driving the end of his prick deeper into me, forcing my cunt to stretch even more."You like being stuffed with cock?" He yelled as he fucked me more violently. The table rocked and was pushed along the. ’ That was a fantasy she could relate to, there were times when she could wish to be that woman, to rouse that emotion and desire in a man, to be a vehicle for his pleasure and release. Not that she thought it very likely in this age of women’s lib, with men too cowed by social pressures to allow their true natures to surface, deprived of the self esteem that is a prerequisite for the confidence required to satisfactorily take and service a woman. Long ago she had decided that men were designed. ‘That’s the one,’ Tim giggled. ‘You remember her friend, the one with the dark hair.’ ‘I remember Tim,’ I grinned. ‘But I still don’t believe what she did to you.’ ‘Memories Sam,’ he laughed, a huge smile on his face. ‘But let’s get back to Sally. There’s something else you should know.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘You have to understand Sam,’ he went on, going all serious on me. ‘That these chat lines can get a bit explicit at times.’ ‘I can imagine,’ I answered, though I couldn’t really, as I’d never. He somehow put Her at ease and took Her mind off the fraught, violent and bloodthirtsy life She had to lead. The heat rose during an evening walk along the Arno. They came across a stall selling fruits and they bought some water-melon pieces. Up to that point they enjoyed a friendliness but then he fed a piece to Her matter of factly. It seemed innocent yet She felt the warmth flush through Her body and down to Her pussy. Something had changed. As they walked back home She felt a trickle of.