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a very good way. My eyes opened wide as did my mouth, but no sound came

out. As he pressed all the way in I felt sure that I would split down

the middle. With his abdomen pressing against my ass, his tool in to the

hilt, I was frozen, unable to move at all. And I was hard. Very hard. So

when he began moving in and out I moaned to the rhythm, moaning and

groaning with abject lust.

His cock filled up me, filled up my world and as he fucked me I tried

best I could to move my ass to his beat, to please him, while I moaned,

lost in the moment. I don't know for how long this went on, but suddenly

his hand found my cock and my moaning turned to screaming. I don't know

what I screamed, if anything, and I didn't know for how long he screwed

me, but it can't have been long. Soon I came like I had never cum

before. My screaming picked up in pitch and volume and my body spasmed

insanely and an unbelievable amount of cum spurted from my cock. The

aftershocks were equally powerful, wracking me for a long time. Just as

my shocks were dying down he came, flooding my ass with a river of warm

cum, a stream of it running down the inside of my thigh even before he

pulled out.

I was spent, screwed almost senseless. Lying across the old desk, my ass

feeling suddenly empty, I enjoyed the feeling of finally getting laid.

And what a fuck it had been! The man had taken complete control, almost

forcing me. Almost. Now I was basking in the warm glow of a truly

magnificent orgasm and enjoying the feeling of his cum covering the

inside of my leg as the stream reached past my knee.

I enjoyed the feeling for a few minutes before being brought back to

reality by the surprisingly gentle touch of a rag moving up my leg,

wiping away the stream of cum on the inside of it. Looking back over my

shoulder I saw that he had a wicked grin on his face as he moved the rag

into my buttcrack, using far more force than strictly necessary to dry