They were spending the sweet summer of their golden youth in the forest village resort of Yellowstone, Pahaska Teepee, just miles from the gate to the magnificent state park. He was a tender seventeen, and she a gentle 18.
This was the summer of sins and sex. Everyday sex, passionate and sweaty, sweet and intense, wild and highly pleasurable. Sometimes twice, three, sometimes four times a day. Marathon style, whenever they had moments alone. The nights were endless and miraculous.
He was learning her body, what she wanted, how she responded, how she sounded, how she felt. He wanted nothing more than to please her. And pleasing her meant pleasing himself. He wasn't satisfied until she was. He wouldn't release until she had been pleasured enough.
After an evening of build ups and climaxes, they laid, basking in the afterglow of lust and love.
"You know, I was thinking...." She thought, as she admired his beautiful penis, still wet with fresh semen. "We should give him a name..."
"My penis? You think we should give him a name??" He cackled wildly with laughter. "And just what, do you suppose, his name should be???"
"How about sport? Because he's always up for a good time!!"
"That's perfect! I like that! Sport he is!!"
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