Thick-Stepsis Trapped and Pounded from Behind

It was good, it made me feel quite happy, pleased, and fulfilled. Not even because my hands and mouth were itching to do anything—ANYTHING—sexual that he asked of me. XXX I wanted to scream—to yell at him to stop, but it was useless. It was as though my nipples were small, hard buttons that, when pressed, sent a great sensation all over me, making me throb with excitement. “Oh, fuck!” Oh, oh. I’m still very much a virgin,” I managed to say in a tone that said I was being honest though I wasn’t. It just came out like I was trying to keep him off even though I didn’t want to. A concerned tone I wished my mother had. 
  I wanted to—because of all the guilt I felt deep within my