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And there's nothing more erotic and exciting to me than taking a chance on the possibility of getting pregnant--which is exactly what we women do each and every time that we have sexual intercourse with a guy (during our pre-menopausal years, that is), because as far as I know, there is tight pussy still no non-permanent birth control method that is 100% effective at preventing pregnancy. I mean, even perfectly good condoms can break from time to time. By the way, I finally did manage to put two and two together to realize that Freddy actually fucked me and took my virginity that Sunday afternoon in the bathroom. Of course, this realization only served to turn me on even more, whenever I would fantasize about Freddy. 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 shaved 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 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 that the possibility does exist that Freddy actually did get me petite 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 small 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 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 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 Hardcore 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. Seth Parish had grown on me the last two weeks. “I have to agree with him, Lolita does suit you better and it will go down well in the movies.” When the whole thing was on, not a single piece of flesh was left uncovered. Her long, blond hair was tucked carefully up into the pointed hat balanced on her head. "Dad," she started saying seductively. We got 73%. “Don’t forget dancing, kissing, and fucking Michael?” And she reached down and lightly touched my manhood, “I adore being with a man who is not intimidated or turned off by my exuberance. shaved We used up all the hot water and were forced out as the water turned cold. I tortured her like I tortured Prestira. “As soon as we can get you a passport, tight pussy you’re going back to Japan. I said then started to get to my feet. They both did and when Manuel saw their red butts he said, "Awesome!" he grinned. “Mmm, I guess it was,” I said, a strange, ripple of compassion shooting through me. “You mind-controlled me. Oh, my God, that's so hot. The two couples act as though the previous night had not happened. "Fuck? She had regained her strength and stepped off my face. “I’ve already thought of that; we’ll put a couple of golf balls in one of my socks and you can you can sew them into the shorts.” small Sandwiched between our own work, we provided guidance for the petite younger kids, determined to help them understand their work rather than do it for them. A little grunt would escape from her every time Hardcore I thrust. But she was good and knew where to stop short of my cumming into her mouth which was what I wanted. Hank was growing impatient waiting on her to swallow more and grabbed the sides of her head and pushed down. Either stockings, socks, or nothing. She almost wept with relief, but she knew she hadn’t won.