I straddled her on my knees and she rubbed my cock with both hands as I held onto the headboard and she stared into my eyes. She was making me nuts.Sh...e occasionally leaned forward and licked the head of my cock as she stroked it. It looked so big in her petite hands as both were wrapped around the shaft. As it was obvious I was getting close she used her upper arms to squeeze her magnificent tits together. Her nipples were distended. She stroked my cock with abandon as I began to release. “Oh. “Spank me. Hit me there. It's the place a man can hit a woman with impunity. You know what that means? Without fear of being punished. So give me some sexual pain.”I slapped her and she flinched, but said, “Harder.”I hit her again, this time with a satisfying sporty flourish. She yelped. “Again.”I spanked Edna and her cheeks turned pink, then red, with pale imprints of my hand as it briefly knocked the blood out of the way. After a minute of this, she threw herself onto her side and said, “You.. It was the most amazing sensation I ever had up to that point. After that experience, I made love to my sister's socks every day. I also sometimes did it to her slippers when nobody else was at home.When my sister moved out after graduation, I was left with an emptiness. Not only did I lose a sister, I lost my only source of sexual gratification. Masturbating with just my hands paled in comparison. Other women just were not as desirable to me. Fortunately for me, my sister always likes to be. You wish you could say that it made you stronger, more confident, but you failed to keep your momentum going, so months and eventually years passed without any further experience.You should've known it was too good to be true, that a girl like that would be so interested in you off the bat. But I mean, come on, who could've predicted that she'd turn out to be the kind of backstabbing witch you only read about in stories? Not you, oblivious as you are to the inner workings of the female mind.You.