Books and cloths covered the floor. Her underwear drawer was turned out onto her bed and her stuffed a****ls were piled up in a corner! I was putting ...the pizza box on her bed when I heard her shower running.Walking over to the bathroom door I peeked in,only because it was part way open. I could barely see her through the glass door of the shower. Too bad it was steamed up! She may just be "coming along" so to say,but she already has a dynomite ass and long slender legs. I know that under her. I began to stroke with a fairly slow withdrawal, but it was still faster than my entry. Sally's cunt felt so good that I could hardly stand any loss of contact by pulling my shaft out of her tunnel. That muscle ring at her pussy lips still felt great as it massaged my cock, but I hated the loss of the feeling of total immersion that I'd had just moments ago.Well, I did not want to frustrate and anger Sally, so I made my return stroke at the same speed as my exiting stroke. However, it was at. I still went ahead and slowly slipped my hand down in her vagina and started rubbing it. She was really wet, and I told her she likes this because she is wet. She again slapped me a bit hard on face and smiled putting her face in the pillow. I took this sign as yes and started to pump her hard and fast. I was taking my cock out upto the end of my cock head and inserting the whole thing in again. Being my first anal, one thing I want to tell to everyone. The tightness of asshole is only for few. Scratches still bled. He ran his hand across the sheets and touched areas of perspiration. The sheets were stained with blood. He tried frantically to piece together last night’s events.“Was it all a dream?” he heard himself asking.In an attempt to recover, he lifted his head from the pillow, but the aching and pounding defeated the simple act. He lay his head down just as quickly. The night went by like a taxi cab speeding down Second Avenue. He slept for a few hours more.He knew nothing of.