“I think I know what she wants help with” Wendy smiled at him and opened her legs wider.“And just what is it that you think I need help with?”...t was kays turn to stare. Both of them now had quite an obvious erection.Wendy slid forward on her seat, her short skirt now sat on her hips. With one finger she traced it over her pussy lips, biting her tongue as she did.Then she used the same finger to beckon the taller of the two closer .“Do you think that you can help me?” she was leaning back. We each took chances, and explored with people we might never normally experience – we learnt about ourselves as much about them. Do I like a little pain, do I like ice, do I like the smell of that other body, how close do I want to get, do I want to cause pain – will that give pleasure. At first in pairs we could see, then again we were blindfolded and our partners were chosen. Who gave me that erotic touch, which breast pressed into my back, will my hand touching that groin be remembered. I wouldn't want to.She looked into my eyes with a knowing understanding look yet at the same time enthusiastic and horny and everything that turns me on about her. The combined attention she was giving my cock, my balls, and now my asshole was more, way more, than I could take and I found myself in a prolonged pre-orgasmic edge while making louder and higher-pitched noises than I ever remember making. And with some primal combination of grunt and yell, I finally start cumming with the force of. The girls eyes flew open and she screamed at him, trying to get away from him. Anything to have him pull out of her and stop the pain. Only about half of his dick had forced its way in her. He took a moment to be still inside her, filling her to her limit (one of her limits, at least). He began fucking her, bending her over, putting his large hands on her shoulders and slamming her back into him roughly over and over. He was hitting her cervix repeatedly, harder and harder each time. She.