Abby lay on her back on the bed. “No, on your hands and knees” I commanded her. Without a word she did as I asked. She was actually shaking. I got...behind her and drove that dildo into her as hard as I could. She squealed and yelled and I began to pound her hard and fast. “Yes, like that” she wailed. By this time I was feeling the power that a man might experience in this position. Poor Fred was watching with mouth open and eyes bulging. His fantasy of seeing his wife with another woman wasn’t. A few days later, after school at her house, she said, "You'll never believe it but, remember when you told me the other day that you though Mitch was cute and you'd let him have your cherry?" Yeah?" Well, I told him. I hope you're not mad but here's what he said. He said he'd love to, that he thought you were the hottest of my friends and he'd just love being the guy you first had sex with." You're kidding, he really said that? About me?" He sure did and he really meant it." Well, I'm not on. The outfits, the toys, the acts of depravity…I had cum so many times I found it hard to have an orgasm without our little “chats”. Now just to be clear, I can understand the level of irony of referring to another “larger” woman as a whale, but that is something that developed between us and through our chats and through our love for each other. My whale loves to reveal her blubbery body to me, her sweaty folds glistening. She has shown me the depths that she will degrade herself to me (in. I nodded and grunted at the same time, which made Kerry smile widely. I looked down because I desperately wanted to see his hand expertly stroking my cock, and I noticed that he had somehow managed to slip it through the slit in the thong. Now, like most men I suppose, I have spent some time admiring my own erect penis, and at a full 6” and relatively thick with a very subtle upward curvature, I was pretty proud of mine. But the sight of my own cock, fully at attention, enveloped in the soft.