I was nineteen, and she was eighteen, and it was the same story as when I was sixteen. Both too afraid to go into the pharmacy and buy condoms, so onc...e more, in and out and then we settled on our hands and mouths for further enjoyment. Sure, I had dipped my pen in a few inkwells over the years, and I had my share of mutual masturbation, oral sex and the like, but the first time I had intercourse and went all the way to a climax? I remember it. I was 24 years old before I ever went all the way.. "We know that he told her she loved being a cock sucker, and that he ordered her to play with her wet pussy that obviously got that way because he was such an amazing man. At least according to him.But we never heard from her.Hmmm.Maybe she was so busy bobbing her head, she didn't have time to speak. Whatever the situation it didn't change the fact that there were many women not amused by this erotic story. Some claimed it as not being erotic but a chauvinistic example of what's wrong with. ”“Isn’t it dangerous to walk that late?”“Compared with what?”“Yes, I guess you’ve faced greater dangers.”“I am not thinking about them now. What I am thinking is that this is a tony neighborhood, but it is too dark and foggy for a woman as beautiful as you are to be walking alone.”She looked down at the sidewalk. “Thank you.”Finally we came to her car, a dark blue Volkswagen station wagon. “My name is Roger Bancroft,” I said.“I am Laurel. Laurel Armington.”“May I call you sometime?”She opened. 'For God's sake hurry up.' Almost sensing my indecision and apprehension Sally reached down with her hands and forcibly pulled my face and mouth onto her open sticky pussy. With her hands holding my head deep in to her I had no choice but to open my mouth. I poked out my tongue and was forced to lick the whole length of her slippery pussy, at the same time taking in a mouthful of my salty come diluted with her love juices. As the messy come hit my tongue and the back of my throat I swallowed it.