”“Well of course I am going to help a pretty, young damsel in distress.”“Oh, so you are kind AND flirtatious.” “Now who could blame me for...seeing if I could win over such a sexy woman.”“Are you trying to get me out on a date or something?”“That would be terrific, but unfortunately I am traveling across the country, and I am getting ready to head out tonight.”“Well then I guess I’ll just have to repay your kindness now.” With that, Sandy lifted her top off up over her head and tossed it away.. So the reader probably won't be too surprised that I did a lot of thinking about my entry into the swinging life, or even what was now my sex life. Two weeks before I'd been as relatively innocent as a teenage girl who'd barely had her first kiss could be, and now I was having sex with several boys a night. This wasn't what you'd call your average behavior.The first question, of course, was why I did it? Why wasn't I "normal"? Define that word. From all the gossip, that meant one guy, and I'd. I met Shelly. Though ten-years her senior, my life-long diligence, keeping in shape and eating right, was amply rewarded. We’d been introduced by a mutual friend who recognized our shared need for each other; and so I found myself on this sunny afternoon the recipient of incredible pleasure. Shelly is twenty-six, petit at 5-foot, four-inches, and her auburn hair usually clipped at the nape of her neck in a loose twist. With fair skin that tans nicely, the sparse freckles on her nose and cheeks. It didn't take very long until I wanted a greater level of stimulation, so I grabbed her by the hair and started to forcibly fuck her in the mouth. This felt so much better to me though it caused her to gag and even choke a bit, but I knew that she would eventually get used to it so I did not ease up on my sexual assault of her mouth and throat.All too soon I felt that familiar tingle that indicated that I was close to reaching my climax. I slid my cock out and ordered her to keep her mouth.