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gravel on the concrete. The
coolness kept my nipples pressing into the slab while he kissed and
licked my back down to my hips. With my face to the ground, the
quiet vibrations caused by the cars traveling above us tickled my
nose.
    I lost myself in the wonder of the evening.
Had I taken the counselor’s advice and committed myself to a place
of rest I would have missed the greatest experience of my life. Had
I moved back with my parents, I would have spent my shortened life
under their control, a living hell. Choosing to end my life on a
bridge at some random moment was the most compelling choice I had
to rid my life of all trappings of human society, debt, hatred,
pain and fear. I couldn’t have cared less for their world
anymore.
    Good or bad, the feel of his dick sliding
gently into my pussy again focused my attention on more carnal
activities. Just as my mouth had been filled with his manhood, my
pussy gaped wide as he carefully impaled himself in my body. My
hips pressed harder on the concrete, so much so that I felt the
grinding in my clit. I never considered my nipples any use during
sex, but the gritty massage I was getting from the gravel sent an
electric shock wave coursing through my chest.
    Again, I was caught by surprise at the subtle
genius of his talent. Never had I been able to derive such pleasure
from a dick in my pussy. Each stroke pulled at my stretched cunt
lips, rubbing my clit in such a wonderful manner.
    Without missing a stroke, he pulled me to my
knees, thrusting deeper into me. I felt impaled, ravaged by some
monstrous weapon bent on destroying my old, cute way of life,
replacing that useless existence with a battle hardened brazen
existence whose only requirement is to enjoy ones body.
    In this new position, my body accepted his
dick until his balls hit my lips. The thrusting motions rocked me
back and forth, pumping my desire and my passion with each stroke.
I knew I couldn’t stop the orgasm he was building in my loins.
    Deep pressure gave way to hard pounding.
Again, a sigh escaped my lips. Pelvic grinding made me feel his
bones rubbing my lips. His balls pummeled my clit with a vengeance.
I struggled to catch a small breath between each stroke. His grip
on my hips kept his cock planted deep in my pussy.
    I couldn’t fight it any longer. I desperately
wanted my body to explode. Twisting and heaving in any direction
that would put more contact on my sensitized places, I strained to
grab every ounce of pleasure from this fuck.
    Through the fog, I hadn’t realized that I was
rubbing my clitoris, unashamed and notorious. My other hand was
busy squeezing my tit harder with each pumping action my hand
delivered.
    And it hit. Cascades of electric waves of
absolute pleasure rolled through my groin and flooded my entire
body with sheer ecstacy. I screamed with pleasure while the
shockwaves bounced from my groin to my spine and back. I hated the
sensation of fluids dripping from my cunt, but there was no
stopping any of this.
    I was aware of his newly excited pounding of
my pussy. That rock hard cock hit all the best spots. More screams
covered the bottom of the bridge as I released myself from all the
inhibitions I had been trying to hide all evening. I lost all
caring whether he found my responses appropriate or not. All I
wanted was to cum.
    He didn’t stop when the orgasm began to
subside. I found myself more ticklish than before, but the bastard
was relentless in his quest to destroy any bit of modesty I had
left. I giggled. I laughed. I begged for mercy, but he wouldn’t
stop his train-like obsession to drive me completely insane.
    We allknow the signs, though, the pulsating
dick, the moans, and the frequent curses. He was about to cum. The
man who lorded his prowess over me was about to succumb to my
worldly possessions and feminine guile.
    I needed him to cum. I needed him to feel
what I felt. My life depended on my ability to control him as he
controlled me. I was nothing if I couldn’t