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Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed to discover that we are not different, naughty or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
TIED UP VIRGIN-a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
Amy Livingston held her boyfriend’s hand back slightly as he probed his middle finger inside the frothy opening of her blonde-haired cunt.
“Oh, come on, Amy,” Mark said, his warm, sucking mouth on the pink, rubbery nipple of her right tit. “Let me do it .. . please, baby, please . . .”
“No, Mark,” Amy said, although she knew she was weakening. “I . . . I have to make sure.”
“I just want to slip it inside a little,” Mark said, licking the tip of his tongue into the hollow of her throat. “I promise I won’t fuck my cock through your cherry.”
Amy didn’t believe that for a minute, although this time she was more than tempted to let him. Still, in the back of her mind, she could hear her mother’s warning: Save Yourself.
She had done exactly that, guarding her virginity as if it were the most precious thing on earth. But when she let Mark hold her like this and felt his mouth on her body, his large hands kneading her flesh …
Amy could almost see his massive cock stabbing through the puckered lips of her pussy. The thick, pulsating cockhead would stretch the virgin membrane—like a baseball bat thrusting through a drum head, tearing, ripping, sliding all the way back to the base of her spine.
“No . . . no,” she said softly, more to herself than to him. “Just give me one more week.”
She had to be sure, she just had to be. God, to think that she’d almost let that monster, Larry Markham, do it at the drive-in. But something had told her to hold back, although her body had burned like a vacuum for his prick inside her. She somehow had managed to say no, and it was a good thing, too. Later, Amy had found out that his prime goal in life was fucking cherries. He kept a running total, like a gun fighter making notches on the handle of his gun.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.