"Oh!" she cried. "Oh Meat, you cunt-licking son of a bitch! You hot-tongued pervert! Lick my cunt, you crazy fucking dog. Make me a bitch, goddamn it....Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She humped her hips forward with frantic abandon, trying to get an even better tongue-fuck than she already was receiving. "Oh Meat, I'm coming! I'm coming!"And she did!In spades!She spasmed.She throbbed.She collapsed, pushing the dog away. In spite of that, Meat continued trying to lick his teenage mistress' cunt, for he had. When we came to the US, my parents took me to a Catholic church. I was an altar boy. I got jealous when I found out the priest was touching other boys. I made him fuck me! I told all the Fathers that if they touched any of the other boys, I'd tell the whole congregation." He smiled sadly. "For most boys, that memory would fill them with shame. For me, it was the happiest time of my life."I glanced around us; the crowd had thinned but this still was not my first choice of locations for personal. My name is Karen Duwalt and I live in Madison, a small town just north of St. Louis with my mother and father and older brother, Michael. I am nineteen years old, 5'1" tall, with black hair halfway down my back and green eyes.I rushed home from work and after a hurried "Hi Mom!", I ran straight to my room to get ready for my date. Thomas said he would pick me up around 7:00 pm so I didn't have a lot of time to waste. I quickly got undressed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Dammit,. The pressure kept on building then I gasped as the head forced its way inside and I struggled for air to scream out.“Just relax and it will be easier on you.” He grunted as he slowly began moving back and forth forcing more and more of his cock inside me. All I could do was grunt as the pain shot through my ass. After what seemed ages but was probably only a few seconds I felt his furry body resting against my ass letting me know he was all the way inside. Taking his time he would slowly pull.