She rocked and rolled on my Stratocastor, the music we made was electric, a wailing guitar gone wild. I heard her little squeaks of elation grow into... full blown shrieks of ecstasy. My own grunts of delight rose to groans of the intense anguish, that almost unbearable sensation of happy hurting, which pricks are prone to, when peaking.The first time couldn't last any sort of length, since we were both so primed to make up for that lost time of past suppression, in one flash of passion. Like. Kya main tumhaare saath mere sapne, meri ichchayen poori kar sakta hoon? Aur kaun hai jiske saath main ye aanand, apni tarah, bejhijhak ho kar le sakta hoon? Kya tum mujhe wo sab karne dogi jo main chahta hoon, sirf kucchh dino ke liye, meri apni tarah? Agar meri koi bhi baat ya harkat tumhe achchi nahi lagi, to main, kasam se, wo fir kabhi nahi karoonga. Main tum se aanand lena chahta hoon, aur tumhe aanand dena chahta hoon. Hum dono saari zindagi saath rahne waale hain. Agar tum kahogi rukne. The unmistakable sound of a sloppy blow job dominating the silence between dialog.“Oh yes suck it you fucking whore! All these months of teasing me, showing me your pussy, letting me see down your shirt. Dressing like a little fucking slut….” he was obviously beating on his cock.“Oh god yes Mr. Taylor! Tell me you want to fuck me!”“Oh I want to fuck you Torrie. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first day you walked into my class wearing that tight shirt. Displaying those big tits for anyone with. That was all the encouragement Jason needed. He pumped into her with short, shallow strokes that soon had her racing toward her first orgasm of the day. “Oh. Oh! Oh, shit!” The orgasm rippled through Kelly leaving her body tingling with bliss. It felt so good she hated to stop. “Jason, did you come?” “Close, but no cigar.” “Let’s try it doggie style, okay? Maybe that’ll do the trick.” “Sounds good to me.” They quickly assumed the appropriate positions. Kelly helped ensure Jason’s cockhead was.