I was playing with Corey’s balls; I knew he loved them to be played with when I sucked his dick. It was getting a little hard to concentrate on suck...ing Corey cock because Dan was fucking my pussy hard and fast. Dan had to slow down or he was going to explode and I sure was not ready for this to end. I pulled away from Dan and turned around to suck my juice off his cock. Corey sat up and licked my pussy, sliding two fingers in my hot wet pussy. They had me lay on the bed, and both started to rub. Marcy's right hand u*********sly drifted up to cup one of her breasts, the fingers delicately playing with her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her panties were starting to get very wet, as her virginal body secreted its moisture.As the pace picked up in the room, her breathing started to get faster. Her right hand was frantically massaging her breasts and nipples, alternating from one to the other. Marcy's other hand slowly reached under her nightgown and began to rub her. I'd never stopped before, but I was going through a bad spot in my slowly disintegrating marriage and I just didn't want to go home.Candy might have given up on men, but a good bit of her income came from tips so she still smiled a lot and was friendly, if a bit standoffish. It was about three months after I started stopping and I had just gotten off work and come into the bar when the phone rang. It was for Candy and it was the babysitter calling to say that Candy's gas stove had just blown up. I knew it wasn’t my special wetness. It had to be blood. My blood. I broke myself. I would never be able to have sex again. Why didn’t I listen to Ean? I was just fourteen.“Ean,” I cried into his neck. “I’m open, I can feel it, I ripped my vagina open. I need to go to the hospital.”“It’s ok, everything is ok,” he consoled me. “You went way to fast. You didn’t even have yourself wet first. You were running dry.”“I can feel the pain and blood. It stings. Like if you poke inside a cut. It’s broken.