"Lie on your back. Take your pants down. Keep your legs together."
Aha, at least this one was functional. Hard, very functional. Hooooray!
So he was easy, very easy to mount—to cap. Especially when wet.
"And now I'm going to fuck the come out of you."
''I jest...
''Shut up. And keep your legs together."
''Cain't I...''
"I said, Shut up!"
She topped, capped and trapped him. Draped and covered him in silky, wet velvet.
And proceeded to fuck the come out of him.
Which took no time at all.
She felt the wet, but hardly any emotion. And she got very little from it, except this: She'd finished with something troubling her, pestering her—her virginity.
Felt like, Good...she'd done it. Dunnit!
Surpisingly, we all believed her.
She was telling us how she lost her virginity. Weird story, but we all believed everything she said. And the guy was a biker!
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
