I didn’t really have a cherry left after the hairbrush incident, but I’d noticed Bethany still had one when I’d licked her before. One finger ha... fit, but apparently two fingers was one too many.“You got my cherry!” Bethany seemed pleased more than anything, but it made me feel a little weird. I’d thought of her as my girlfriend, but now it hit me in a way it never had before.She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. I returned the kiss, running my palms up into her hair. Kissing Bethany. For the next year I watched many wedding parties go through the process and I saw all kinds of exciting things. I watched as women undressed, dressed, and sat on the toilet to pee but my favorites were once when I saw the groom sneak in and have sex with one of the bride's maids and once just before leaving the room for the wedding ceremony the bride lifted up her gown and each of the four bride's maids kissed her on the pussy. I didn't know what that was about but I loved it. During the spring. I’d tell her to behave unless she wanted me to eat her as I’d stab deep with a long tongue probe.Whatever turned her on was soon going to give me benefit of crazy fucking so I didn’t complain about rough sex. My penis got so hard that it twitched into her.She loved to also use the hose in me as I lay on the floor, whacking and doing what she knew I disliked from my childhood, inserting it up my butt, sliding it in and letting it run so she could make my penis do the advanced and overly dramatic. Irene place one small hand on my chest as she began slamming her ass down harder on my cock. There was a lot of slapping and panting and groaning as I helped guide her up and down while she still slid the dildo in and out with her left hand. finally I shot what felt like a tremendous load into her burning ass and that seemed to trigger her own orgasm. It must have been a big one, because her ass clamped tightly and I felt a warm, wet rush across my testicles. It was a real gusher, I later.