Chris and cumshot I got together to have sex every afternoon during that very first week of our secret sexual relationship. And Rounds 3, 4, 5 and 6 with Chris ended up being pretty much carbon copies of Round 2. In other words, after school, Chris and I would meet up to take the city bus home together. And then after walking from the bus stop up that steep hill to my house, we would go straight to my bedroom, making sure to lock the bedroom door behind us. Then we would play with our own pants-covered crotches in front of each other, until both of our penises became fully-erect. At that point, we would both get naked from the waist down, and then proceed to feel out and play with each other's bare genitals, before finally jacking each other off. And no matter whether I liked it or not, I was always the first one to orgasm. The biggest difference between these subsequent sexual encounters and Monday's Round 2 was cum that at the beginning of Tuesday's Round 3, I decided to share a few Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines from my hidden stash with Chris. And we used those photos of the naked, spread-legged women to help us both "get in the mood" for sex. Throughout the rest of the week--and at Chris's insistence, I might add--we continued starting out our sexual encounters by looking at porn photos in the various men's magazines from my substantial stash. Chris was surprised and extremely pleased by just how many Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines I had managed to collect over the years--thanks to my already-divorced father, believe it or not. He was the one who had actually bought and given me each one of those men's magazines, whenever I used to go visit him. As far as I was concerned, my dad was nothing less than awesome! At any rate, I kept this prized men's magazine collection of mine hidden in multiple boxes up in the attic. I thank cum in her mouth God that the only access to the attic of our house was through the trap door in the ceiling of the closet in my bedroom. And I also thank God that my mother never stored anything up in the attic. The last thing I needed was for my super-prudish mother to discover my amateur large porn magazine collection--especially the over-the-top Hustler magazines that had turned out to be my favorites. As you can imagine, she would have really flipped out. When Chris left my house right after Friday afternoon's Round 6, I assumed that I wouldn't be having sex with him again until that next Monday afternoon, girlfriend after the weekend was over with. But Chris unexpectedly showed up on my doorstep early Saturday evening, asking me if I wanted to go out with him to the bowling alley to play some pinball. As we were both still standing face-to-face in the front doorway of my house, our conversation went something like this: "Sure," I said. "That sounds neat." "Do you want to have sex first? Before we go to the bowling alley?" Amy rubbed her soft wet lips over the tip of my cock until it was cum cum in her mouth well lubricated. I’m expecting girlfriend the assault to progress to my shorts, cutting those away as well, but instead he leans his face down and into me and takes my right cumshot breast in his mouth, or at least as much flesh as he can envelop between his teeth. “Fuck,” growled Clint. “Fuck! We stood up and climbed the stairs to her rooms. It was this incredible bliss. “Watch;” I can start it but I can’t get my leg all the way up. It was the end of May, and summer in Las Vegas had hit. Where the hell is Acheron? She checked herself out in a small mirror, then straightened her clothes and combed back her hair. I woke the next morning and looked over to find Tracy laying on her amateur back still asleep. While that wasn’t really important right now, it was something she was aware of. “I’m sorry…” Furia blubbered to Adrianna, “I can’t stop myself…”