I felt proud saying that he could do anything to me, anything that pleased his sexual needs. He could beat and slap my face with his billy club lookin... long dick, cum in my mouth and even fuck me if he liked to. I very vividly remember, a very huge surge of erotic rush shooting in my body, when I told him that he could fuck me.I was holding him tight by his shoulders while he held me by my waist and we looked into each other’s eyes. “would you like to take my ass”. I asked him in confidence. I. She gasped, then yelped as I popped her cherry, biting her lower lip, tears forming in her eyes. As my dick went in her I told her I knew she wasn’t eighteen, she had committed a criminal act, and she had better take the shag quietly or I would tell the police about the fake identification, and fraudulently trying to get an adult job. Quite frankly I didn’t know where I stood legally, but didn’t care and taking a gamble I ploughed on hard, fast and as deep as possible.Gently sobbing or was it. My parents encouraged me to be more extrovert and be open like other boys. But I took time a very long time to become comfortable with anyone. Well anyways it took me an year to be comfortable to talk to the boy who used to visit my house daily to study along with me. He used to tag along with me and play with me. He liked my silence and the fact that I used to do anything he would say without questioning. He was a clever k** but there was a dark side to him which shook my world even to date.. .whatever you want! Just please, can we act one of these stories out!"Between the cries of her cumming, I heard her say yes. That made me come, and it took both of us a few minutes to catch our breath.Nothing else was said about what I had blurted out in the moments that followed. I was actually feeling a little bit strange about the whole thing, especially since it was really just a sexual thrill for me. Now that the sex was over... well, I am sure there are plenty of you out there that know.