He was a self-proclaimed "pervert" who never stopped thinking about or actively pursuing sex. His magazine collection was legendary and he would often... brag to me how many times he had jerked off in a day and he would often take off his shirt at some point. I think he got off on being looked at. He always flaunted his nudity in the locker room and would challenge the other guys to see whose cock was bigger. If he got hard in the shower he’d laugh and start chasing guys around the room waving his. ” “Have you ever tasted yourself, Helen?” “That? All the time. When I masturbate I lick my fingers afterwards, and after I fuck my guy, he likes me to lick his cock clean from my juices.” “How does it compare to what you just tasted?” “Completely different… but there’s something about knowing what it is, that I suppose makes it ok. It turned me on a bit.” “How much is ‘a bit?'” “A bit is enough that if you let me clean off your cock, maybe we should just try fucking now.” “You’re gonna lick me. On third day, he again tried to avoid me but was in vain. Until night, we went on seeing dealers or some other places. But night he was very frustrated, he was not in a position to show it but I could guess by his gestures. Again, in the night he said, he is going to meet some of his friend but I was not ready to leave him alone.I was following him like Vikram And Bethal (ghost, a story from Panchatantra). That worked really he called his friends over the phone and pretended as if they are busy. It hurts. I’ve never hurt this much before. Its never been this intense. But I don’t tell you no. I dont ask you to stop. Instead, I scoot closer. I push myself onto you. Deeper into me. Meeting you, screaming in my head, every part of me dying and dying to have more. All of you. Now! I feel you hit bottom and fight the urge to beg you to stop. To let me adjust. I have asked you for everything, though you dont know it. I will not deny you the timeless pleasure of fucking into a tight, wet hole..