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During my late-night masturbations as a teenager, all I had to do was think about how easily my young, sopping-wet, virgin pussy had played host to Freddy's "gigantic" dark-skinned penis, and that would never fail to drastically increase my level of mental sexual excitement. And just thinking about the fact that I actually had a whole wad of Freddy's living, "swimming" sperm cells up inside of my fertile, totally-unprotected womb for at least three to four days after Freddy fucked me...well, all I can say is: that thought turned me on--and still does turn me on--so much that I can't even begin to put it into words! And of course, to this day, I still have no idea whether or not I ovulated during those critical three to four days, while Freddy's sperm was "swimming around" inside my fallopian tubes and my uterus. All I do know is that I was about halfway through my menstrual cycle when Freddy inseminated me that Sunday afternoon, and that's normally the point in the female menstrual cycle when most girls tend to ovulate. And to be honest interracial with you, I already felt exceptionally horny that day, long before Freddy ever came into that bathroom to have sex with me. The reason why I just told you that, is because I would later discover that I always feel my horniest when I'm ovulating. So I now realize that I was a very lucky young girl, because Freddy didn't end up getting me pregnant, when he took my virginity in the bathroom that day. Of course, I also realize homemade that the possibility does exist that Freddy actually did get me pregnant that Sunday afternoon, but that my fertilized egg cell didn't manage to attach itself to the lining of my uterus and start growing to become a baby. However, be that as it may, the most important thing was that Freddy never did come back for a second helping of my "pussy pie" later on down the line, which of course would have only put me at an even higher risk of getting impregnated by him. Despite the fact that I was merely cute-looking, and definitely not gorgeous, I went on to have a string of boyfriends throughout high school, and during my first year at college. I wasn't a "goody two-shoes" either. I did my fair share of French-kissing and mutual body-groping with my boyfriends. But outwardly, I always played the role of the "nice girl" who had a reputation to keep. And I let every one of my boyfriends know up-front that I was a virgin, and that I wanted to avoid having sexual intercourse until I got married, and let my groom fuck me on my wedding night. However, the real truth was that, once I became sexually excited enough while making out with my boyfriends in the back seat of a car, my rational mind would go right out the window, to be quickly replaced by my living-in-the-moment state-of-mind, where it really didn't matter to me how "far" my boyfriends went with me. In fact, thanks to my adolescent sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom, I yearned to feel a guy's dick--and especially his sperm--in my pussy so badly that I could hardly stand it. Ironically, none of my boyfriends ever "took advantage of me" during a date. But it wasn't because I ever did anything to try to stop any of them from fucking me. Instead, it was simply blowjob because I always fell hard for the "really nice guys." The kind of guys who don't date-rape their girlfriends in the back seat of a car. I became a college sophomore in the fall of 1972. At the very beginning of the fall lingerie semester, I met the love of my life. In this story I'll be calling him "Ray," which is not his real name. Ray was a freckled, red-headed, Scotch-Irish man who would become my husband many years later. Within a month after we first met, Ray and I started dating, and we quickly fell in love. However, about a year or so into our relationship, my parents tried to stop me from dating Ray. They didn't like his long hair, and the fact that he played in a rock band. My mother--the one who really "wore the pants" in my family--especially didn't like the fact that Ray and I were getting very serious. He had already given me a promise ring, which I was proud to wear. And worst of all, from my mother's racial-purist point-of-view, Ray wasn't Hispanic. The last thing that my mother wanted was for me to be head-over-heels in love with a non-Hispanic guy, which is exactly blonde what had ended up happening. So I did the only thing logical thing that I could think of: I ran away from home. Her forehead leveled with my mouth and I kissed it, she shivered interracial and lost her breath. I grabbed the amulet through my homemade robe, feeling the weight of it. “Don't mind Mistress Aingeal,” Zanyia said. “Truth or dare poker.” Darren suggested. “No, no, please don’t, I’ll do anything.” Axel struggled to keep up. People would think that I had a thong on until I opened my legs a bit then they’d see everything that I’ve got. It sent this heady rush through me. You blonde didn’t have to work late?” I have been fucking my father for months now. As I start to eat Cathy's ass, I found myself enjoying it. “Fuck this, I quit,” he says taking his restaurant keys off of a key ring and tossing them onto the table and storming out. I pick out a pink silk bra. How could she ever have stood not having a cock in her? The other grey as an ocean storm. "OK." Me and Dan agreed. I pulled my parents' eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs' driveway, got out and nervously rang the doorbell. As you walk along, you see Emily, a girl you fancy, taking a couple of books off her locker. GAWWD... “Well, look what the mutha fuckin’ cat dragged in,” Rizzo, shouted out. I found the black lingerie cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. Well, that wasn’t hard, Tim was miniscule and Tony was almost as big so there wasn’t a lot of competition. Her hips wiggled, stirring around my dick. Dean didn't want too, but decided it was better not to argue with Mary. Shay is a tall 5'10 slim cute brown skin chick with a cute blowjob face and perky tits and Kesh is about 5'5 with a small frame but thick thighs no booty but a beautiful smile. “But, there hasn’t been a trial. She tugged. And best of all, he would be kissing the mouth that tasted Deana's pussy.