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That was the last word either of us spoke for forty minutes, because I was being fucked, Texas style. We started in the missionary position. Then he raised my legs to hold them over my head with his arms. He raised them straight up, and on his knees was pounding into me faster then I thought was possible, when my orgasm came on suddenly. “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Jerry!” In the missionary position again, he used a long sliding motion to bring me to my second orgasm. As he rolled off, sweating, and panting, I whispered, “Jerry, you were right. Compared to you, he was a soft Louisiana tadpole.”
“Heck, we got a long ride ahead,” he said as he slid a finger into me again. When he was hard again, he lay on his back, and lowered me onto his cock. I had never done that before. He told me to slid my cunt back and forth like it was an eraser that was trying to remove his cock. That was a whole new feeling for me. One that I really liked. I closed my eyes, and was delighted at the serenity of controlling the speed, and pleasure that I was feeling. I could keep both he and I at the edge of orgasm.