A while prior to this era, I made a post on CL just for kicks. The ad was polar opposite of what typical guys would post on there: I'm the guy of you ...reams and pussy-panhandling bullshit! I didn't do that. I was straight up and to the point about what I wanted and expected. Surprisingly, I got a plethora of replies--somewhere in the 20s. Most of them were older women. Chell came along when I decided to give up dating all together. She hit me with the "just be friends" type thing. I ran with. He was so different than any young man that I had dated previously--it was really refreshing. Even after several dates, his routine was the same, and I finally threw my arms around him and kissed him at the close of our fourth date. We were happy and content to enjoy each others company and neither felt the need or desire to engage in the premarital sex that seemed to be pervasive on campus.Scott proposed to me on the back porch of my parent's home one spring night after he had driven me home. He took me by my hair and made me crawl to the bed. Then he put me on the footboard almost up side down. He told me that that made it easier for him to stick his dick in me. When he entered me I could do nothing but lay bent over as he fucked me and he fucked my ass hard. He went balls deep as he first entered me and even with the lube my sugar daddy used it hurt. He would push in as hard as he could with each stroke of his cock. Suddenly he stopped and pulled me back up. He let me stand this. She deep throated him several times to prove what a great cock sucker she was. "Suck all her cum off my cock and I'll fuck you just like I did her." He goaded her again.Kimberly did just that, licking him clean of all that was on his slimy cock. When she though he was good and hard she stopped and looked up at him from her knees and said in the most seductive voice she could muster, "Please fuck your momma slut." She didn't care how humiliating it was to call herself that. She was not going to.