I also learned, for the first time, that being fucked by someone else is so exciting that it can make me cum too.Yes, I was truly ignorant. The last t...me I saw somebody's erect dick cumming was when I was 14, in High School, when we boys had a competition to see who could come the quickest.He stayed for another hour, making small talk and finishing off a couple of drinks.Before leaving, he suggested that he would like to fuck me again. “What? So soon?”This time was much less hurried. The sex. I was getting harder by the second, and it was difficult to keep from staring at her body throughout the rest of the meal. I helped her clean up the dishes, and my horniness subsided for the time being. I went to my room to study for a while, and had forgotten about the whole thing, for the time being, when she knocked on my door. When she came in, I could see that she still hadn't buttoned up the side of her shorts. When she sat down on my bed and crossed her legs, I could see her lovely, tan. Schoolboy error, I cursed myself. I apologised and she said that’s okay and then pulled the straps of her top along so that they fell past her shoulder allowing full access across her back. Her top fell slightly revealing more of her breasts, she giggled quietly but left the top where it was. I then brought my hands back to the base of her neck and traced little circles with my thumbs either side of her spine and just below the imaginary collar line. Lucy’s breathing matched the rotation of my. A moan escaped. Whether it was pain or pleasure, the line was blurred. Mr. Downey pulled out. She nearly sobbed. Had he come already? But he was reaching to her face, boxers in hand. He pushed the cloth in her mouth. Stuffed in every scrap, packing her face full of silk. The tang of sweat and come filled her tongue. Her fingers flew to her mouth. Before she could reach it, he flipped her onto her stomach, face down. Her nails scraped against the table as she scrambled for balance. Grabbing.