I did, after she swore she wouldn’t beat me to death with her fists or mark me up with her fingernails. She fucked me through three cums. For me tha... is. I’m not sure how many she had of her own, but there was a puddle of mixed cum on that blanket that covered the whole place where we were lying when she was finally fucked out and fell over on me. I pushed her back up and sucked her titties until she began to fuck me again.This last time we went at it, we cummed together, for the fourth time. She leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek and then left the room.I got dressed to go back to campus for the night. Daddy had a knowing smile on his face when I kissed him goodbye. Mom gave me a look of trust and love. I knew everything was going to be alright.I went home two more times that week, and each time Mom took me to my bedroom for training. Each time the vibrator was bigger than before, and each time I came so hard I thought I would die. The third vibrator was bigger than any cock I'd. You need to be fucked cause it's been what? ten years since your have? I was groaning more and more as she fucked my stretched pussy, wincing at each stroke. She put a pillow over my face to drown out the noise. That's better fuckhole, I don't want to see you or hear you, just use you, use your pretty little cunt, wreck it, fill it, destroy it. She continued to fuck into me, gripping my balls as she did. With my face, bed and pussy now a complete mess she told me to swing around and hang my. ”“And that will pass muster with the priest?”“He knows our situation, Jen. He doesn’t lecture me on it, and neither does the bishop. They know I know their opinions, and the only thing either of them has really done is nudge me to pray and go to church. If you think about it, what would direct confrontation do?”“Drive you away!”“Precisely. That was the thing that Kent van der Meer and Alan Blanchard failed to understand. And probably, ultimately, Lauren’s parents, though I didn’t talk to her.