Demi prided herself on taking my teddy, as she called it. She didn’t consider sexual abuse a legitimate loss. I remember when she took my cock in her cunt the first time. I was grossly disappointed. I had all these expectations and the act didn’t live up to any. It did get better over time. She was a nymph or something. Loved to please my cock. She wanted to make me happy, but I could tell she always wanted me to be something more than I was. She desired for me to be the good boyfriend that would hold her sensuously, but remain platonic, at least partially. But I was opposed to labels, afraid of commitment, and really, I just wanted to fuck. She started doing kegels to make her slit tighter for me, a slave to my cock.

I was at Demi’s once and as usual we were in her bed. It was a huge bed, plenty and more for maneuvering. I requested we slip into sweat pants, to which she happily obliged me. She wanted to watch some documentary about John Lennon with our clothes on. I wanted her cunt. I slid her ass out to which she thoroughly complained.

     “I just want to cuddle!”

My cock was primed, but I couldn’t seem to guide it to her cunt.

     “Can I get some guidance with this?”
     “Nope! This is all on you!”
     “Ugh…”

I found my mark and her wet toothless gums happily gobbled my knob.

     “Oh, how are you so good?!” she exclaimed.

On a similar venture we were watching a screen about a crazy bitch with a toothed cunt. However, this time she happily accepted my cock in her sheathe. She moaned softly.

     “Don’t cum in me though. I’m off my birth control.”
     “Can I have your ass?”
     “Um…yeah…but let me put it in.”
     “Alright.”

Slowly but surely her petite hands guided my rod into the folds of her ass. It was tight, only slightly moist, and quite warm. The deeper she led my dick into her ass, the more aroused I found myself. When she was ready we began to rock forward and back. I plunged ever deeper into that sweet vein. Knees buckling I spilt my seed. She returned from the restroom embarrassed by the Charmin residue left behind with me. I wasn’t so concerned.

I had fooled around with this other bitch, who took whatever we had had way too seriously, for a little bit. Not much happened. But one day she saw me with Demi and she became livid—she unleashed a verbal assault upon my person. It scared Demi, mortified her too, as her friends were with us at the time. That was pretty much the end of my time with Demi. She never really got over that experience. Never truly forgave me I guess.