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Marvin looked at her gooey hand in the moonlight. Yeah, her hand looked like it had just been squeezing oranges or something because it was dripping wet. Oh shit, her fucking hand wasn't going to get pregnant anyway… what's she so scared for?

Connie sat up straight, wiped her hand on the Tijuana tuck-and-roll.

"I don't think we better go any farther, Marvin."

"What?! B-But, Connie… I…"

"Shush, Marvin. I should be getting back to the dorm, anyway… I've got my oral exams in home economics tomorrow."

"Shit, Connie. Shit and double shit I wanted to fuck. I wanted to make out with you. I wanted to love you, Connie."

"What? What did you say, Marvin."

"Huh?"

"What did you just say a moment ago?"

"You meaa when I said double stilt and that I wanted to fuck you."

"No, no, no. After that."

"Well, I said that I wanted to make out with you."

"After that even."

"I wanted to love you, Connie?"

"Yes! That! Oh Marvin! And i love you, too! Oh, God, Marvin! Do you really love me?"

"Uh yeah, Connie I love you… in, uh, my own special way."

"Then we can do it, Marvin. As long as I know you love me and that you won't take me for granted and that you'll love me forever and that you'll be mine forever. Oh, Marvin, I love you, too."

"Y-You mean we can fuck then?" Marvin looked at Connie, saw the way her young titties glistened in the moonlight, saw the way she looked at him with those same baleful eyes that Bessie had.

"Yes."

"Keen! Oooooo, double keen! Come here, Connie."

Now there was no reluctance, no resistance on Connie's part. She was going to get fucked by the first prick whose owner had told her, no, promised her that they would love each other until death or divorce do them part.

Connie wriggled across the tuck-and-roll. Marvin felt her titties for the first time. They were good-sized titties, more than enough for each of Marvin's groping hands. Her nipples felt erect, and Marvin knew that was a good sign because he had underscored page forty-three of Dr. Gabriel Winslow's A Beginner's Guide to Sexual Knowledge where it had stated that a woman's nipples were very sensitive and very erogenous.

They sure felt sensitive and erogenous to Marvin as he fingered and tweaked and played with Connie's nipples. And now Connie was starting to gasp, starting to make those moans and groans that sound more like the sound track of a porno movie.

But Connie was moaning and gasping because Marvin's hands were so Goddamned rough on her sensitive and erogenous tits. Slit, it felt like he was trying to milk her tits more than turn her on. But she didn't dare say anything to Marvin because he was in love with her and everyone knows that love can sometimes by cruel and hearties.

"Ooooooh, Marvin!"

"Ooooooh, Connie. You'll love it! Your titties feel sooo gooood!"

Not to Connie. Shit, her nipples felt like they were being wrenched off by a pair of wet pliers. Wet pliers? Oh, no! Marvin had his mouth on her nipples! He was sucking her tits! He was nibbling and chewing at her tit-ends like Baby Huey!

Talk about pain and torment and agony – shit, Connie wanted to scream.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee! My tits! Oh, God, my tits! They're so sensitive, Mama!"

Marvin nodded his head and said, "Mgggfffffhhhhhh?" Because that's all ho could say with a hot and hard nipple in his mouth.

Connie writhed in agony. Her legs were flopping back and forth and her ass was moving in all directions at once on the tuck-and-roll. Shit, she had to get away from the biting and chewing mouth and that finger in her cunt.

Finger in her cunt?!

Oh, God! Marvin, her lover and future fiance and future husband, had his finger in her virgin cunt! Well, his finger really wasn't in her pussy, but it was down there amidst all that hair, searching and digging and probing for the place were piss and blood and babies came from.

Connie grabbed Marvin's sweating head, tiled to pry if off her heaving titties.

Marvin knew he was turning her on now – shit, all women never want to really orgasm quickly because they think that lovemaking works in stages and they don't want to be known as too easy. Shit, if they would only let themselves go – just like that sex guide said when it was written by that famous doctor of proctology.

They hassled and wrassled their way to a very uncomfortable position for Connie. She was on her back, her head bumping against the arm rest, one leg touching the foggy back window, the other leg down on the floorboard raking furrows into the cheap Tijuana floor carpeting.

Marvin felt so great, felt like a Goddamn true stud. Shit, he had his first piece of ass in the most vulnerable position. Connie's legs were spread wide apart and he had wedged his hips and groin and loins and upcurved cock between those widely splayed thighs. His lips still maintained a vacuuming grip on her tit-ends.

"Marvin… God, please, Marvin! Oh, Marvin!"

Marvin knew it – he just knew that Dr. Winslow's book was right. She was asking for a fucking. She was cruising for a bruising. Just like the doctor's good book said: "The majority of women have latent sexual desires. And the good lover must practice and practice until he finds the right key to open the female's libidinous doors."

Oh, yeah! Marvin had the right key all right. One of the keys was his finger. Goddamn! Foci that pussy! Just feel it – the way his finger found her tight cunt and jabbed deep into the secret, libidinous doors of her pussy.

"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee! Marvin! Oh, please, Marvin!" See! Dr. Winslow was right! He had found a key. Marvin had found one, of the keys to unlocking a woman's secret passions.

He practiced turning the key.

"Aaaaaiiieee! My cunt! My cunt's on fire!"

Whooooppeeeee! Marvin twisted his finger, felt all sides of her tight fuckhole and tried to make her cunt open and spread apart so that he could slip his master key into the libidinous doors of her cunt.

Connie's mouth was bleeding because most people when they bite their lips will taste blood and experience a little bit of pain. Of course, the pain Connie was experiencing not only came from her chewed lip but from the libidinous tight doors of her pussy. She swallowed mow blood as she teethed her lower lip, bracing herself against the agony coming from her ravaged pussy.

Marvin was in an ape-shit mood again. Going bananas over how well he could turn on a chick, another finger was inserted into her cunt. Another twist to the left and right.

"Aaaaiiiieeee! My cunt! Mycunt! My cunt… my cunt."

God, was that an orgasm? Marvin wondered. Her voice had died down so suddenly. Gosh, Marvin wished he had memorized chapter fourteen of Doc Winslow's book – the chapter entitled, "The Karma of Sexual Thrills".

Marvin suddenly forgot about chapter fourteen. Shit, in actual practice he was still on chapter four – "The Penetration and Preservation of the Species."

Marvin was sure in hell ready for penetration – well, he was ready to penetrate because he knew for sure now that Connie's cunt was ready to be penetrated. So he became like the active tense; in other words, he became very active and his cock became very tense. Whereas Connie acted more like the passive tense; passive because she knew she was going to get the shaft – oh, sigh, love is cruel in so many ways – and tense because she had never put a foreign object up her cunt like all the U. of O.. Sooner cheerleaders bragged about.

Marvin glanced down at Connie's closed eyes and could see where she was so passionate and turned on that she looked like she had chewed away half her lower lip.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Connie."

Connie's eyes shot open.

They bulged way open!

Then they squeezed shut, and team were spilling out of the corners of her baleful eyes because the pain in her cunt was so immense.