Then my legs were pushed apart and I was slapped again – a scream tried to exit my mouth – but it was too full of my uncles peepee so it came out ...s a gurgle. He asked them to do it again as whatever they did make my throat convulse around his cock and he liked it. I now knew that his peepee was called a cock.I was slapped again – twice – in quick succession, and I tried to lift myself off the footstool as my cunny was being battered. I could hear the men laughing as my poor cunny was. About a week or so later in she walked in to the ward where i was, my eyes nearly poped out my head as she came and sat next to me, she was weiring a summer dress which hung loose she looked great in it we said hi and exchanged pleasentries but i could tell she wasnt here to just talk i asked her had she thought about what happed and she replied "yes a lot" she eplained her husband wasnt doing much for her and when she saw my cock get hard she just froze but loved what i did for her and the. There was also the fact that these relationships with different girls weren't surviving even one month. A week was probably more like it. If it was longer than that, there were times when either the girls were mad at me, or I was mad at them. Even though I seemed to be learning new things every day, it was coming with a big emotional price tag.I no longer had a single guy friend that I could call up and ask to hang out with for an afternoon. Eileen and I hadn't spoken for a long time. Karen and. All of me. I am so ready for you to make love to me."I didn't want to rush the special moment. Well, actually I did want to rush right into it, but somehow restrained myself. We kissed furiously for a couple of minutes while I stripped off my clothes, and did some work on her breasts, reached down with my hand to massage her vulva and vagina, and paused. After all, for emotional purposes, she was a virgin when it came to intercourse (and, well, so was I). I asked, "Are you sure you're.