The First and Last Time
I couldn't believe my eyes.  There she was, Sylvie Gent, naked, kneeling 
on a pillow on the floor, leaning over a bed with her arms spread wide 
and secured by scarves tied to the far posts, and a blindfold covering 
her eyes.  Sylvie Gent, my crush for three years, who was always going 
out with someone else.  Downstairs, her latest beau, the moron fullback 
of the football team, was making inroads on his second dozen, bragging 
about how hot and ready she always was.  "Hank?  It's about time.  
Please untie me now!" she whispered urgently.  I unzipped and kneeled 
down behind the girl whose image had fired so many of my masturbation 
fantasies, my fingers finding her hot, slimy snatch right away.  Hank 
had obviously done her earlier.  "Again, Hank?  Okay, but make it fast, 
I'm missing the party!"  With no hesitation, I grabbed two handfuls of 
tight, jiggly ass and pushed home.  As long as Hank had beer, he would 
stay downstairs.  That gave me at least a half an hour, and I made the 
most of it.  The last words I remember hearing that night are "Oh fuck, 
Hank, don't stop!  I'm gonna cum again!"  A few seconds later I came 
with her, just as Hank opened the door.

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