The slightest movement of the sheet was like pure electricity.Ryan's hands continued to move upward against the muscles in her lower thighs. Fingers t...aced alternately over the sheet, touching lightly, then firmly. Fingers rolling under her hands slowly as he grabbed handfuls of her desire. Ryan's nails lightly scratched against her softness. Ryan was in her, entranced, Ilea's reactions to his touch. A symphony of ecstasy; her body was the choir, the strings, the combined beating of their. We never noticed or thought of the reason why there was a jar of vasoline on the nightstand. Finally I got my cock into my first pussy. About a minute later I blew my load and pulled out after painfully (for her) popping her cherry. We looked down and because of the hard time of me pushing into her dry pussy, I had ripped thru the end of the condom and it didn't hold back a single drop of my cum. I had filled her without protection. We worried till a couple weeks later when she had the. I really did despise the little slut. But she was so horny and would be a good appetizer before a good nights fucking from john and before going back home to my dreary husband. I changed the subject. “I see you started without me.” I pouted, now standing directly in front of her. “Are you going to show me what I was missing?” She asked huskily, gazing at the sexy stockings on my well shaped thighs and the tight fitting skirt covering my shapely hips. I was more than happy to oblige. “Couldn’t. I looked like someone who did the “Hall” – so was I? I didn’t know what that meant, so he explained over the loud music. The Hall was an underground connector between the Student Union Building and the school’s administrative offices. About a 100 yards long, with dark nooks and doorways along its length. It was the one place on campus where, on Saturday nights, campus security overlooked it for casual sexual encounters. The idea that it was better to focus it here than in more public places..