I needed to be closer to her. I slid my hand down the back of her pants, cupped her ass and squeezed it. I needed more. She looked at me and I knew sh...e was thinking the same thing. We ran back to the blankets and fell on them in each other's arms. I was pulling at her top, trying to get it off as fast as I could. As she lay there in just her bra, I stopped and stared at how beautiful she was. Her breasts were prefect and I wanted them in my mouth so badly. I pulled the material down exposing. .. the chest above her incredible rack flush pink. And suddenly, she erupted. A swell of clear liquid pumped out her dick-filled pussy, splashing him and soaking the bed well into the mattress. First, she made no noise, just held her breath. But then she couldn't hold it in and released a loud, climactic groan that he figured the neighbor all the way up on the fifth floor could hear. That put him over the edge, and as he pulled out of her liquid cunt, his semen pumped in long white jets over. He didn't want her to be that young Catholic girl from a sexually phobic family. He wanted her to be a young, hot, sexy little fucktoy. His fucktoy... willing and ready to fulfill his every deviant desire. He taught her to talk dirty during sex. "Use your words," he would say. He wanted her to tell him how much she loved his thick, hard cock, how much she wanted him to fuck her, how she wanted to feel him cum inside her. And how she was his little slut and his fucktoy... willing to please him. "Art cannot be confined to the realms of normality", my teacher advised, "you must welcome the obscure and embrace it." I nodded and squeezed my eyes shut, willing this discomfort to be over. But then the strangest thing happened; I realised that I was enjoying the motion. It didn't feel so bad. In fact, it felt really dirty and horny. I realised that I had started gyrating and thrusting backwards. Accommodating the entire length in one thrust, before allowing it to slide out and repeat the.