I brought my sticky hand to my face and inhaled, smelling myself. I licked my fingers, relishing the taste of my viscous secretions. Self-indulgently,...I moaned to myself.She didn’t deserve to be used in this way. I knew I should feel remorse, feasting my eyes on this naked siren, her sensual, beautiful body seemingly on display for my personal viewing pleasure. I ought to be ashamed for acting in such a disgraceful and outrageous manner.Only I wasn’t.The problem was, I couldn’t stay away from. Before lifting her right hand up, she felt for the top of the basket with her left hand. She quickly deposited the wrapped up tampon there."Sorry, that's a little gross for guys to see."I remember there was one house I was in where they had a boy about my age. He was curious about girls and walked in on me one time when I was changing my tampon. Well, everyone in the neighborhood knew about how I had grossed him out."He was real sensitive about girlie things and even taunted me in front of all. ’ I didn’t know how much time had past. I didn’t know anything. Life was just a random series of sounds and shapes, and all I could do was just experience those sounds and shapes, just let them be, observe them, observe them all without understanding them, without thinking about them, without making association, without labels or concepts or definitions. He was moving around, sometimes he was closer, sometimes he was further away, sometimes he was talking to me, sometimes he was talking. Without any measure of kindness or gentleness, I began thrusting in and out of her whore cunt hard deep and fast, as if I was trying to break her. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes got as big as saucers as my savage fucking churned her cunt into pussy pudding. She laid on the floor as I punished her cunt with the fake cock each thrust pushing her closer and closer to her crest. She begged and pleaded to cum over and over but I wanted her closer.Finally, I knew she was almost insane.