After which, he could help himself to my virgin cunt – damn, I love that word. My mother absolutely cannot abide hearing it but I use it every chanc...e I get. Cunt. My tight, virgin cunt. My hungry cunt. I really must stop before I lose my composure, as I've already begun u*********sly squeezing my thighs together and rocking back and forth. The fact that I have to urinate only draws more attention to that sadly neglected area. It's not that I do not masturbate, because I do – often – but I've. We then shoot our shots.“Where do you live?” He enquires.“Umm! Down the road from here,” I nervously reply.“Look mate I am in a bit of shit, can you put me up for the night,” he says, very seriously.“Sure, but it’s only a small pad with one bed,” I say, nervously and with desires building.“Could it hold both of us,” he queried.“I think so, it’s a double sized bed,” I answered.We leave via a cab to my apartment.Inside I put more antiseptic lotion on his abrasions, while he rubbed toothpaste to. He leaned forward, putting his cockhead in her mouth, "Shhh, Dad will hear!" as he finished, pissing down her throat.Nicky wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "No he won't, he hasn't even acknowledged my presence since Mom died."John's thoughts flashed back to that terrible day.He and Nicky were in the Grapeville Woods, out behind the house, fucking like mad minks when a group of boys from the GCBA broke into the house demanding their "Association Dues." Since Dad was at work, and Mom. The kiss deepened, and she found herself pulled to him, their slick bodies pressed against each other and her arms around his body. She felt so small and delicate pressed against his hard, broad body; and his hands gripped her flesh tightly as they traveled over her body. Slowly, the Prince moved them back towards the shore, bringing her to a soft patch of grass by her clothes where they sank to the ground.His lips left hers then, leaving her mouth feeling swollen... and then he left a trail of.