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.." she wheezed. I opened my eyes and realized she waslooking at me...and the moment I saw her laying there, splayed out inall her glorious reality and genuine femininity, I felt my dick spasmand burst into her. I slumped forward, barely catching myself, both armson the bed so I didn't fall on top of her. I vaguely felt her hand on mycheek as I continued to empty what felt like gallons of my semen intoher body. All thoughts of condoms and worries about her leaving indisgust were gone.I was no longer a virgin.I knew somewhere in the back of my head that she hadn't orgasmed as Ilay there beside her a moment later, panting, but she seemed remarkablyok with how things went. I even heard her giggling a moment later,running her hand through my messy blonde hair. I felt somehow that I'dfailed her, but I was so locked in that post-sex euphoria that even I,the pessimistic wonder, had a hard time feeling down about anything. I'dlost my cherry and the girl was still here."That was amazing," I. "Jump up! Get on me! Up, boy, up!"King didn't need much coaxing. Instinct took over when he tasted her juicy pussy. Just as if she were a bitch in heat, he mounted her. His front paws landed on her shoulders with such force that her head hit the floor. She gasped, then giggled, and remained in the horny position with her ass aloft and her pussy open.Anxious to get fucked, she set her pert knees far apart on the carpet and urged King to fuck her. He drooled on her back and humped at her crotch. His cock elongated for her and the wet end of it poked at her pussy."Ewwwww," Cindy cooed happily, "you're just the right height. Ummmm, give it to me, King. Fuck meeee!"King's hind legs trembled and his paws pattered the floor as he thrust his stiff cock at her cunt. His cock-head finally hit home, parted her pussy-lips, and drilled into her eager young fuck-hole."Ohhhhh, how big!" Cindy squealed with delight.But a moment later she let out a scream of pure agony. Pleasure was replaced by pain.
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