It may have been pain, but it was pain borne of pleasure. She was making small whimpering noises now and nuzzling him. If I keep this up, I’ll have ...o go through with it. He smirked to himself. A man’s gotta do, what…. He genuinely didn’t know if he had the strength or if his mind would allow him to make love to her, but the heat between his legs wouldn’t leave him now. The only way to relieve the pressure of his desire, of his lust was to take her the way she wanted to be taken. His shirt was. Lisa was clutching my hand tightly; she had grabbed it as soon as she could after we got out of the car and her grip had got tighter with every step.Taking both her hands and looking into her eyes, I asked, “Are you sure?”“Yes,” she replied, quietly at first and then she steeled herself; pushing her shoulders back she repeated, “Yes.”I raised my hand, clenched the knocker and pulled it back.+++It had been a long six months, starting with the night Lisa had told me she was going out for a. I refocused on the urinal, as more men went to it and showed me their fascinating organ, and the flow as they released their pent up piss.The feeling between my legs was one that needed to be relieved, it was an instantaneous reaction you just knew should have a pleasurable ending, to stop now, you sensed would be incomplete, so as he pulled my knickers down and pushed his cock in, our raw flesh being pleasured by the sheer friction generated, then lubricated as his semen wetted every fold and. .I jerked awake, feeling so startled yet so thrilled at that final imageof me as a boy-girl fucking a beautiful girl. After that I sleptfitfully, half afraid yet half wanting to be back in that dream.I must have dozed off again because I was woken by someone shaking myshoulder and saying, 'Wake up, Jamie. You’ve slept long enough.'I struggled to regain consciousness and for a moment couldn’t work outwhere I was. Then reality rushed at like a Tsunami as memories of theprevious day and my.