I used this position, so I could watch the pain and surprise on hiscute young face. I kept telling him what a good boy he was. How proud Iwas of him ...or taking so much dick. I kept telling him I loved him, and Ihope he loved me.Now, my friends, That Love business is a big deal. It's one thing to fuckaround with a dude. It's another to use the word Love. Of course I didn'tlove him. He was a teenage fuck!He was a boy to play with. But I also knew that after breaking up with hisgirlfriend, he had. Call it a failure of my genetic line, if you will, or some strangeness of character, or some spiritual malady, or just a simple lack of confidence and an abundance of cowardice. And as they often say, cowards take the rashest route. Such a statement applies to me.As I said, I wanted their parents’ wealth, their college acceptance letters, their cars, and especially, their women. I can say with all honesty that their women were the most impressive I have ever seen. For someone who had grown up. He started taking slow easy strokes. I gritted my teeth as his cock reached farther inside me. He was trying to be as gentle as he could given the state of my pussy. He said it was super tight and hot in there. I could feel the heat building from the friction between us. He pushed a little harder and I felt him hit bottom in me. He had reached my end but there was still more cock to go. This was my first fuck and my brother was right, it was feeling better. I was till sore but it was. “The party’s at 4, and, please, don’t be late,” said Kelly. She knew that Katrina, though basically a sweet girl, could be self-centered and a little flaky.“Why would I be late?”“No reason. Please, just be on time, OK?”“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. Geez.”“Sorry. Thanks. See you then.”That night Kelly was supposed to be going to the movies with her boyfriend Jeff, though she wasn’t really in the mood. Several times she almost called him and cancelled, but she couldn’t think of a good reason to do.