He had never been with a woman before and had no idea how long he was supposed to last, but as her gasps turned to soft moans and his thrusting increa...ed in intensity, it took all his effort to hold in the immense orgasm that he could feel building inside him.Finally, she screwed her eyes shut and let out a loud “Ooooh!” and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. His climax was longer and more intense than anything he had ever experienced, and he seemed to ejaculate endlessly. Eventually, as the. ” Again, her sly grin appeared.Her response nearly floored me. Here was this gorgeous blue eyed, red headed sixteen year old standing in front of me who I had forced to strip, fingered to an orgasm and then made to swallow my cum all before putting a plug in her ass and clamping her nipples. Here she was and she was enjoying every moment waiting for what was next with anticipation.“Ok, you may get dressed now, but no bra and no panties.”She gave me a look of glee. Almost saying “I was hoping. . and there was no possible denial ... I was interested. Grace was too.Several ... ok, ok, ok ... a great many ... all right!! EVERY night, sometime in the night, I would wake up slowly ... a small hand grasping ... you know where ... and the only way she would let go is when I came. And she would softly giggle and deny it in the morning."Grace, de nile is a river in Africa." I don't know what you mean." It's geography, Grace. You have a firm grasp of my geography. It doesn't do you any favors. Need more. Demand more. Still, the hurt, the pain, the suffering, the red welts and brilliant bruises are not enough. Never enough. Never enough to fill the gnawing self-loathing that possesses my soul. "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch." Rolling pin slammed into my cunt. Through wetness. Through dryness. Hammering at my cervix. Tearing at my inner walls. Stretching me. Filling me. Fucking me. Relentless. Mirthless. Driving again and again into my inner softness. Uncaring in its demands. Uncaring of the.