She sat on her knees in front of him, trying very hard not to gag. It tasted terrible, very salty and foul, but even worse was the texture--thick and sticky, it coated the entire inside of her mouth. Not knowing what else to do, she tried to swallow, but this proved to be a bad mistake, since it caused her to start to gag. She barely had enough time to stand up and lean over the sink before she started spitting up, several retching coughs, involuntarily expelling the nasty stuff from her mouth.

She stood up and turned to look at Chris, wiping spittle and semen from her chin. She was not necessarily angry, but certainly unhappy that he'd done this to her. But he smiled sheepishly at her, and when she saw the look on his face, like a little boy who knew he'd done something wrong and felt guilty about it, she couldn't help but forgive him.

The foul taste was still in her mouth, but it didn't bother her quite as much now, mainly because she realized that even though it was a terrible taste, overwhelmingly salty and thick, she could recognize his taste in it, that same taste she'd tasted on his scrotum. And strangely, unexpectedly, this turned her on, made her feel warm again between her legs, knowing that she'd had a part of him, even something as intimate as his semen, in her mouth.

He suggested that they go for ice cream, and she agreed wholeheartedly, and they rode their bikes to the ice cream store. When they were finished, he asked her if she wanted to come back to his house again. She knew what he had in mind, and she was excited about it.

Back at his house, he took her up to his bedroom and undressed her. He knelt in front of her and began to kiss her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipples, and as he did, he gently pushed a finger into her vagina, and she began to tremble and felt her wetness flowing again onto his hand. Then he sat her down on his bed, knelt in front of her, and spread her legs open. She sat there, still trembling, in this most intimate and even embarrassing position, with her legs spread open and him staring right at her vagina. Then he leaned in, down, and buried his face between her legs. She was trembling, quaking, and she felt her wetness streaming out of her and onto his face and she was embarrassed.

She felt his tongue, pushing out of his mouth and into her. The last thing she remembers clearly is his tongue moving up, out of her vagina and onto her clitoris. At that moment she began to shake uncontrollably and she knew she was orgasming, but he just kept playing with her clitoris, licking it, sucking it into his mouth and biting it gently, rolling it in his mouth. She was on fire, so hot, so wet, her clitoris was incredibly sensitive, tingling with excitement. What she wanted more than anything in the world right then was to have his penis inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. The thought made her feel so dirty--I want him to fuck me!

He must have sensed that this was what she was thinking, because he pulled his face back from her vagina. She was still orgasming, had been for some time now, and part of her was disappointed that he stopped before she had completely finished. But of course he was an experienced man and knew better than she did what she really wanted. That's why she was in love with him.

He put one hand on her hip and flipped her over, so that she was laying on her stomach with her butt off the bed, sticking up in the air. She heard him drop his pants, felt him kneel between her legs, and felt his penis pushing into her vagina, spreading her open. He slid in easily, she was totally wet, and as she felt herself filling with his penis, his huge penis, forcing her open and filling her completely, she felt her orgasm begin again, this time more subtle but also more fulfilling, not just her clitoris tingling but her entire vagina, deep inside her in the middle of her body, heat and wetness and--oh my god!--he was holding her hips tightly and pulled his penis back and rammed it into her and when it reached its full length, his testicles slapping against her clitoris, she convulsed. He did this again, pulling back and slamming in, his testicles slapping against her, and she was orgasming, gripping tightly to his bed sheet, her face buried into it, crying out as she came.

He fucked her very hard. It was like she didn't even exist to him, all she was was a vagina for him to fuck, that's all he cared about right then was her sopping wet, fully open, completely willing vagina, which he was going to use for his pleasure, do his dirty deed inside it and then leave it when he was done. Her orgasm had subsided somewhat, although every time he pushed into her, her body convulsed involuntarily, wave after wave of pure, antagonizing pleasure cursing through her body. He reached out and grabbed a big chunk of her hair, pulling on it hard so she had to lift her head up from the bed, and she knew he was going to ejaculate, she knew by now that he always pulled her hair when he ejaculated.

His sexual aggression, her helplessness and his complete control over her, caused her to orgasm again, for the ten-thousandth time that afternoon, and she cried out as her body began convulsing. He cried out too and she knew he was ejaculating and this caused her orgasm to increase in intensity, she wouldn't have thought it possible but she was coming so hard as he held himself deep inside her and released his semen into her womb.

He pulled out, and she just lay there, waves of ecstasy still cursing through her body. He kissed her on the back and said "thanks," and she turned her head and smiled contentedly at him. Oh, I like sex, she thought to herself as she lay there, still orgasming slightly in the afterglow. I like sex so much! She turned over on her back, her legs still spread open, and lay there like that, letting him look at her used vagina, wet and swollen and open, his semen leaking out of it. He stood there, staring, his penis slowly going limp, and she felt extremely dirty laying there like that, displaying her girlhood--no, her womanhood--for him, and she didn't care, she wanted him to know how dirty she was, she wanted him to know that she was a slut, a dirty little slut who loved to be fucked and would let him enjoy her cunt and come inside her any time he wanted to.