know what lurked within the depths of my subconscious. But I did want to be like Crystal. She was fast becoming a role model, someone to look up to and admire. She had a streak of Bohemian in her. She was a mysterious woman of great depth. A complex character, she was looking for something that probably didn't exist.
What was I looking for?
“Let's talk about you,” Alan said, sipping his coffee. “What are you like?”
“Terrible,” I laughed. “I've had too much sex with too many men, I drink too much ...” Hesitating, I wondered whether it was Crystal or me talking. “I'll try anything once and, if I like it, I'll try it again and again.”
“Did you like last night?”
“Last night has gone. Like a page of a book, turned over and ...”
“Gone but not forgotten. Did you like it?”
“I ... Yes, I did.”
“You can always turn back to that page.”
This was my chance to play the role of Crystal, I mused. And the chance to experience sexual acts I'd never even dreamed of. Alan had the equipment and I was hungry to learn. No one would ever know what I'd got up to in the privacy of my flat, I tried to console myself. No matter what I did, it would be my secret. I wouldn't even tell Jackie. I could fuck, have Alan lick and finger my bottom-hole, sperm over my breasts and ... and when Crystal had finished with him, she'd spit him out.
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“I want you,” I said huskily, standing before him. “Unveil my body.” As he tugged my skirt down, I felt as if I was dreaming. The room spinning, my mind out of control, I allowed him to slip my panties down my thighs and gaze at the most intimate part of my young body. I didn't know what I was doing. I wanted to experience cold sex, crude sex, raw sex, but ... but what? Were the confines and restrictions of society goading me to conform? Was Crystal trying to rule my head?
Feeling Alan's hot breath on the fleshy pads of my vaginal lips, I shuddered as his tongue delved into my sex crack and tasted me there. My clitoris swelling, my arousal soaring out of control, I breathed deeply as he licked the full length of my valley of lust. Valley of lust? I'd been reading too much of that dirty book. Was it dirty? No, I concluded as Alan teased my clitoris with his wet tongue and sucked it into his hot mouth. It was heavenly.
“God, no,” I breathed as my orgasm stirred deep within the very core of my being. My legs trembling, my heart racing, I parted my feet wide as he expertly sucked and licked my swollen clitoris until the explosion of orgasm ripped through my defenceless body. Never had I known such incredible sensations as I clung to his head and shook violently. Never had an orgasm immersed me so deep into the sea of sexual satisfaction. Again and again my clitoris pulsated, transmitting tremors of sheer lust through my young body. Alan's fingers entering the tight shaft of my pussy sending me into raptures of pure sexual elation, my juices of lust squelching, a feeling of pure decadence gripped me. I was pornographic. Life was pornographic.
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“Fuck me,” I gasped as he thrust his fingers in and out of my tightening pussy.
“For God's sake, fuck my cunt.” My orgasm receding as he slipped his fingers out of my drenched pussy, I lay on the floor and slipped my panties over my ankles. The power of lust had overwhelmed me, I knew as he positioned himself between my parted legs and pulled his penis out. His knob pressing against the dripping folds of my inner lips, I let out a rush of breath as his male length thrust deep into my tightening vagina. Rocking his hips, his solid knob battering my cervix, he gasped and grunted in his fucking as I cried out in my ecstasy.
“Fuck me harder!” I screamed, my body jolting with the forceful pistoning of his rock-hard cock. His balls slapping my firm buttocks, I listened to the beautiful sound of my vaginal juices squelching as my pussy tightened around his shaft, lovingly hugging his
What was I looking for?
“Let's talk about you,” Alan said, sipping his coffee. “What are you like?”
“Terrible,” I laughed. “I've had too much sex with too many men, I drink too much ...” Hesitating, I wondered whether it was Crystal or me talking. “I'll try anything once and, if I like it, I'll try it again and again.”
“Did you like last night?”
“Last night has gone. Like a page of a book, turned over and ...”
“Gone but not forgotten. Did you like it?”
“I ... Yes, I did.”
“You can always turn back to that page.”
This was my chance to play the role of Crystal, I mused. And the chance to experience sexual acts I'd never even dreamed of. Alan had the equipment and I was hungry to learn. No one would ever know what I'd got up to in the privacy of my flat, I tried to console myself. No matter what I did, it would be my secret. I wouldn't even tell Jackie. I could fuck, have Alan lick and finger my bottom-hole, sperm over my breasts and ... and when Crystal had finished with him, she'd spit him out.
58
“I want you,” I said huskily, standing before him. “Unveil my body.” As he tugged my skirt down, I felt as if I was dreaming. The room spinning, my mind out of control, I allowed him to slip my panties down my thighs and gaze at the most intimate part of my young body. I didn't know what I was doing. I wanted to experience cold sex, crude sex, raw sex, but ... but what? Were the confines and restrictions of society goading me to conform? Was Crystal trying to rule my head?
Feeling Alan's hot breath on the fleshy pads of my vaginal lips, I shuddered as his tongue delved into my sex crack and tasted me there. My clitoris swelling, my arousal soaring out of control, I breathed deeply as he licked the full length of my valley of lust. Valley of lust? I'd been reading too much of that dirty book. Was it dirty? No, I concluded as Alan teased my clitoris with his wet tongue and sucked it into his hot mouth. It was heavenly.
“God, no,” I breathed as my orgasm stirred deep within the very core of my being. My legs trembling, my heart racing, I parted my feet wide as he expertly sucked and licked my swollen clitoris until the explosion of orgasm ripped through my defenceless body. Never had I known such incredible sensations as I clung to his head and shook violently. Never had an orgasm immersed me so deep into the sea of sexual satisfaction. Again and again my clitoris pulsated, transmitting tremors of sheer lust through my young body. Alan's fingers entering the tight shaft of my pussy sending me into raptures of pure sexual elation, my juices of lust squelching, a feeling of pure decadence gripped me. I was pornographic. Life was pornographic.
59
“Fuck me,” I gasped as he thrust his fingers in and out of my tightening pussy.
“For God's sake, fuck my cunt.” My orgasm receding as he slipped his fingers out of my drenched pussy, I lay on the floor and slipped my panties over my ankles. The power of lust had overwhelmed me, I knew as he positioned himself between my parted legs and pulled his penis out. His knob pressing against the dripping folds of my inner lips, I let out a rush of breath as his male length thrust deep into my tightening vagina. Rocking his hips, his solid knob battering my cervix, he gasped and grunted in his fucking as I cried out in my ecstasy.
“Fuck me harder!” I screamed, my body jolting with the forceful pistoning of his rock-hard cock. His balls slapping my firm buttocks, I listened to the beautiful sound of my vaginal juices squelching as my pussy tightened around his shaft, lovingly hugging his
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