"I can't wait to lose my virginity and fuck for real." I told him. "Ricky came close to popping my cherry, but I couldn't do it. It hurt too much." I ...id fantasize about uncle Steve fucking me, but it was just a fantasy. I wanted to wait, to save that special part of me for Ricky. Having all these sexual thoughts about your uncle seemed wrong in the first place. But I loved fantasizing about him popping my cherry with that huge, veined cock. That was taboo and I guess that just made it more. I was pleasing her, but we were stalling as well. Once the train was in distance, we got into position. She bent over in front of me, and I stroked my cock. I stuck a few fingers in her ass just to get her ready. As the train got even closer, I moved in. I placed my cock just above her ass. I slid it slowly down the crack, teasing entry. The train was upon us, and the conductor clearly saw what was going on. He blew the horn at the exact time I opted to jam my fat cock in Lizzie's ass. Lizzie. Now take your hands away. I’m ready to kick you again. Ass up!? In all, I probably make him get up 10 or 15 times. This particular loser is good at taking abuse. He has what I like to call, "battered scrotum syndrome." Since I've known him, I've kicked his nuts several hundred times. His pain receptors are dull, but fortunately a well-placed kick with appropriate force is still enough to send him sprawling in agony. At one point I kick him at only half speed. He pitches forward and begins to. We then sat in the lounge, in the same chairs facing each other as the previous day, and started once again to read out the “Readers’ Wives” stories out to each other. Before long I was slowly pulling my rigid cock, listening and watching my wife intently as she rubbed her vibrator along her soaking wet pussy, before pushing it into her open, wet, cunt, to gradually increase her pace, until her hand was ramming the toy into her cunt with abandon, eventually soaking the seat beneath her and a.