Where it happened: dungon
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
I’ve always been what you would call an over-sexed girl. I have been
masturbating for so long I can’t even remember life before that tingly
wonderful sensation of orgasm. In high school I did my share of fooling
around….my quest was to be able to give the best blow job in the
world…and if you ask some of the guys in the theater arts department,
they will tell you that I have fulliflled that quest….I tried to have sex
with a guy once…by try as he might, he couldn’t get the darn thing in. I
felt bad, and my sexual frustration sky-rocketed. Lucky for me it was right
before summer break, and I spend every summer break working Renaissance
Faire. For anyone who’s never been, let me tell you, it’s a blast!
Handsome, long-haired men everywhere, flirting outrageously. My personal
favorites are the scotsmen in their kilts. It was one such Scot who caught
the fancy of both me and my best friend. We took him back to our tent and
spent hours kissing him, going down on him….and yes, it’s true, they
don’t wear anything under those kilts. My friend, always the frigid type
finally got bored and went to sleep. I had decided to do the same when my
Scotsman cuddled up to me, kissing me passionately while his hand moved
down to finger my clit. He spread his kisses all down my body, his lips
coming to rest between my legs. He gave good oral sex, but the next thing i
knew he was ramming his cock into me. I flet my hymen tear and i panicked.
He wasn’t using protection…he was really having sex with me…I tried to
push him off, but he was a persistant little sheepfer.
My friend later told me she was awake for the whole thing. We still don’t
talk about it….
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