For instance, I knew that a baby comes out of the woman's body, down between her legs, through a very special hole, called a "birth canal." And I knew that all girls have birth canals down between their legs, and that that's what made them girls, instead of boys. And by the time asses that I reached puberty, I had managed to figure out that the large orifice at the very rear of my pussy crack was actually my birth canal. But I used to call it my "big hole," in an effort to distinguish it from my other two, much-smaller, below-the-waist "holes" (my piss-hole and my ass-hole). And I knew that I had always enjoyed sticking my fingers up inside of my "big hole" when I was masturbating, because it had always felt really good to me, whenever I did that. And I knew that my other two below-the-waist "holes" existed to perform specific bodily functions. I urinated through my piss-hole, and I defecated through my ass-hole. But the true sexual purpose and function of my third below-the-waist "hole" (my "big hole") was a real mystery to me--and especially so, once I had begun menstruating. As far as boys go, I had seen my little brother naked on numerous occasions. And therefore, I already knew that the "thing" down between his legs didn't look anything like the "thing" down between my legs. And my mother had told me that the "thing" down between my little brother's legs was called a "penis." And indian I have to admit that I was literally fascinated by penises and scrotums ever since the very first time that I finally got the chance to curiously touch and play with my little brother's small immature penis and scrotum, while I was changing his diaper without anyone else around to see how "naughty" I was being. But other than me knowing that the hairy "thing" down between my legs was called a "pussy" (by the way, I learned that term from some of the more vulgar boys at my school), and that my pussy had bled once a month like clockwork ever since I was 11 years old (just for the record, my very first menstrual period scared the crap out of me!--and it also made me a huge fan of tampons), and that the "thing" down between Freddy's legs was called a "dick" or a "penis," and that a guy's normally-flaccid penis could "grow" and become very stiff (I had seen my fair share of unplanned "tent poles" poking out at the front of boys' swimsuit crotches at the swimming pool from time to time), I really didn't know too much more than that about sex. And so, I honestly believed at the time, that all Freddy was doing to me that Sunday afternoon in the bathroom, was just rubbing his dick against my pussy. There was also another reason why I thought that Freddy was just rubbing his dick against my pussy, and that was because he really was rubbing his dick against my pussy. Due to the fact that Freddy was much taller than me--as well as the fact that we were in a standing-up, face-to-face position--even though his knees were bent, and my pelvis was tilted forward, Freddy was still having a hard time getting his penis underneath my vulva. So although the head of Freddy's dick was entering my vagina, the shaft of his dick was almost parallel to the bathroom floor. This meant that the topside of his dick-shaft was pressed snugly along the crack of my pussy, and it was firmly rubbing up against my clit, as he was thrusting away at my vagina. About the only thing that was actually helping Freddy's dick-head to penetrate me in this standing-up position, was the banana-style, sweeping-upward curve in his long dick-shaft. As Freddy's thrusting gradually got faster and faster, he reach around and grabbed hold of my butt cheeks with his hands. He pulled my whole pelvis towards his, as he pressed his own hips forward towards mine. At some point, the head of his dick finally worked its way far enough inside me that it simply moved back and forth, while remaining inside my vagina, instead of repeatedly penetrating my vaginal entrance, like it had been doing up until now. Freddy was now fucking me in the way that a guy would normally fuck a girl--except that we were both still standing up, face-to-face. And that wonderful protruding ridge that surrounded the rear of Freddy's dick-head was being rubbed back and forth directly against the G-spot area inside my vagina. And that felt nothing less than incredible to me! Freddy squeezed my butt over and over again, while he was humping away at my no-longer-virgin vagina at a moderate pace. My hands were still in between our two pubic bones, as I tried as best as I could to keep holding my pussy crack wide-open for Freddy. But that was quickly turning into a losing battle. Freddy all of the sudden shoved his dick even deeper into my vagina, without any warning. And naturally, that shocked and surprised me. I instantly reacted by taking in a very quick and loud gasp of air. And Freddy immediately began thrusting his piston-like dick in and out of my pussy like a madman. I was glad that I was leaning back against the wall, because I had to struggle to keep my balance, and stay on my feet. This super-energetic humping on Freddy's part only lasted for maybe 20 to 30 seconds or so, before Freddy made one final very strong deep thrust, which actually lifted me up onto the balls of my feet and caused me to let out a short, loud, totally-involuntary, high-pitched squeal. Then Freddy kept his hips pressed forward, as he simply held his penis very still inside of my vagina. My hands were squeezed flat in between our two tightly-pressed-together pubic bones, and I remember the feeling of having Freddy's coarse, thick pubic hair against the back of my hands. And I almost-instantly became aware of a very strange sensation of pressure deep inside of my vagina. But surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all. Instead, it felt really good to me. And I had never felt anything quite like it before, in my entire life. Of course, looking back on it all now, I realize that this wonderful sensation of deep vaginal pressure that I was experiencing that day in bathroom was being caused by the blood-engorged head of Freddy's long penis being pressed right up against the firm neck of my uterus (my cervix). He had named Thrain his crown indian prince the next to take the throne, he was the most level headed of his children with an even temperment. I was stunned at what had just happened. She was really loud then, and it muffled the sound. ‘She’s done great. He nodded, and she did so, running water in the sink to let the dishes soak. I do, what if he comes home?" He still had a hard time believing it happened. He used to do this by getting her very drunk, sometimes with a little help, but now he has a better way, a friend in the shape of Joe, a retired stage magician, who can use hypnosis on Doris leaving her with no memory of what has taken place. I need to talk to you!” asses And I heard him running towards me. “Dammit cum you bastard,” she said with a growl throwing her head back. I always loved her giggle, sweet and sexy. “And what would you like me to play with?” Was the slurred reply. She was about to such my dick, but I grabbed her shoulders. But what still blew him away were those tits. Her pj pants dropped to the floor. When Rita turned around at the laugh, ‘Elaine’ waved at her and Rita then continued on her ‘flashing’ tour of the home. After a couple of minutes, I sat up and then leaned forward. I put the card in my bag and continued to leave the hotel with a smile on my face. Granddad slowly pushed his cock in her and she had taken about half of it before he started to hump her slowly. “Okay. James was surprised by her inhuman strength, which easily overpowered his new muscular body. "Am I dreaming?"