Pure fucking. Love-making is for lovers,fucking is for everyone else. Stripped naked, she hadthe best body I'd seen in years. She didn't mind mine,eit...her: mine was small, compact, trim and toned. Andwhen it is erect, I have a cock like a horse's. (In college they called me that: Horse. I still gete-mail from old friends who throw it in for a laugh.They all knew because of a show-and-tell session onenight at one of those break-through off-campusfreshman parties). I fucked her from behind, for a. "Looks like you're carrying quite a load there." He said.I smiled a nervous smile and could only manage to say, "Yeah."Even though I'm eighteen, all my life I've always looked about five years (or so) younger with a slim body; I'm not much of a tough guy (which might account for the reason's that I've always felt the need to be dominating and try to control girls while having sex). When I was in high school (and even the year since) I've had older men proposition me from time to time; I've. If our bodies had been a mystery to each other, the mystery was gone. I felt closer to her. I was eighteen and ready to graduate. She was turning seventeen in a few months. I was glad we had started what we had now, instead of later. At least we could enjoy it before I left for college. We hadn’t spoken of returning home or how things had changed between us during our time away. I’m sure neither of us knew what we should do. Our first day back to school went as normal. The regular routine with. “Believe me, I wont. She stole one of my bf’s and now it’s time for payback”. The people watching in that small, brightly lit lounge laughed at this. Now I remembered where I knew her from. The thought that I was totally at this scorned girls whims scared me a little. She started pumping with such speed and force. She was far rougher than my bf had been. In seconds my pussy filled the pump as she continued at the same pace my pussy felt at its limits and I could feel the blood being pulled to.