He lifts up my skirts, pulls down his pants and slides in his dick into my very wet cunt. He starts to ride me and I push back my ass so he can go as ...eep as possible, after a few minutes he squirts his cumload deep into my vagina. It oozes out and runs down my legs as I enter the room...All I can see is people fucking each other in every possible way. In the middle there is a gynaelogical chair in the spotlight, mirrors on the ceiling. They guide me to the chair and I am strapped up, lying. Back then I was a good kid and did what I was told, so it seemed. The house I grew up in was a large white house with columns and big hallways. I remember getting lost in them and running around until I found my mother or sister. It was raining much like it is now but that day seemed different, it was too quiet. I walked down into the kitchen looking for my mom and I only seen Kashima, a kid from down the street. He was poor and lonely so my mother let him play at our house alot. We never. He understood, and joked, "all you pencil-peters have that fear." "Thanks a lot", I answered. "You're a big help." "Well, what the fuck can I do about it?", he asked. "Look Mel, can I tell you something in confidence without fear of your having a bad reaction."I proceeded to carefully outline my fantasy to see if Jeri would have a stronger orgasm if she were making love to me and I had a bigger dick. "So how you gonna do that?" Mel asked. "Well", I said, "You asked what you could do...." Then I. I didn't have that problem. When I felt Bonnie was being too needy or interferring with time I wanted to spend with her sisters, I'd just tell her to fuck off and go do something else. I wasn't afraid of hurting her feelings, because I knew what kind of person she was. She didn't like being told off, because psychologically, it reminded her that she was disposable, but I was never going to dispose of her, so I knew she had nothing to fear. In time, she would learn this lesson, but for now, I.