We all laid back on the comforter, touching but not doing anything sexual just kind of basking in the glow. Knowing we did and saw something today that none of us would ever forget. It was still raining pretty hard, I said hey let's go out in the back of the barn and play naked in the rain.... they said ok... so we did. The rain finally let up, we went into the barn and used the comforter to Hardcore dry off then we got dressed, when we got into the house Grandma was just finishing up her SHOWS. She said did you kids have fun play a game, we all replied we sure did, grinning and looking at each other. We sat at the kitchen table and drank some lemonade, I whispered we going to be too tired for tonight, I don't think so was the general consensus, I smiled and said me either I bet. A "Great" Guy...the Bastard Growing up by phyllisroger He blowjob walked along side after school was out...me with my splendid profile, I thought, and what did I know...we were teenagers after all...each of us at stages of development in school...but I was ahead of the class, in History, too...but you know what I mean. I was the magnet of the boys, mostly immature...admiring me and a few other girls from afar...I was lucky...my breasts were easily the nicest at school...it was a silent thing we all knew...mine were the best and the others were trying to catch up. What breasts meant we weren't sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were the key to a boy's heart, and his dick, and being popular and then, each day, school was out and we were all on our way home...one guy sort of tagged along with me, down the lane, toward my house..."Hey," he said to me. "Hey, back" I said...and we walked along. I noticed it was just us two..."Come on!" he said and pushed me to the BDSM side..."Stop," I said..."Why?" "I don't know, just stop!" I said. Well, as guys do, or don't, he didn't stop and pushed me to the side...down along a side street and then down anal to the ground..."Come on," he said..."Let me go," I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred hands...I didn't know a guy could have so many hands and they were all on me. I said, "Stop" again but he didn't. As I was developing, I naturally admired my breasts...my early self-examinations...and checked them out without end...each curve and shape as they grew...the folds, tried different bras, checked the nipples which were sensitive and responsive...and here was this guy with one hundred hands exploring...it was different than self-examination...my nipples were hard before he grabbed...and I turned at him when he was there...his mouth on mine..."You are a little tease," he said...."I've watched you parading around for us..." Maybe I had and he was all over me..."Stop this" I said and sat up and he pushed me down..."Let me go," I squirmed in his hands and he let me up and I went home...pulling my blouse down, my dress up, straightening my bra straps...he had gotten me...the bastard...my face was red, my whole body was flushed, I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over...feeling, exploring---two hands, ten fingers--not the rough hundred handed boy--I was still aflame with the moment, nipples hard and sensitive to my touch, my flesh had goose bumps but I petted myself down, smoothing my tummy and my little hairs..calming, soothing. I sat at the edge of my bed, still catching my breath, the house quiet, the front door double locked. My thighs were so very smooth but my hands were setting me on fire. I couldn't keep them off myself and petted and wetted and squeezed on them at my waist...slow movement, squeezing, releasing, my little lips and fingers, I was breathing in deeply, flexing, lying back on the bed, that rude, rough boy, I had escaped in time...in time for this! My feet were up now, and spread apart, thinking of him pushing me down, grabbing at my breasts, but he fetish hadn't tried for my waist..not there, just at that, AH!..special spot, where my fingers were probing and stroking...what if he had done that...This was too much for me and my legs sprang together, holding my fingers...too, intense...too good for words. My legs pushed my fingers inside. I opened them again...thought of all this...his hundred hands hadn't gotten at my waist...he might have made me come! He could have fucked me...could have... Leslie went back to sucking on my now-hard cock, licking and swallowing my balls and running her hands over my body. I tried to BDSM frame a plan of action if I was to ensure that Aunt Sheen and I had a great first fuck. Do you get what I’m saying?” asked Titus. She had kept this old army shirt the whole time. The one in my pussy follows and I can hear her cum splatter on the ground as it drips out of my body. Move over, I need to sit down; and can someone get me some breakfast please?” How I was fucked over and over in my ass, pussy and mouth causing me to squirt. “Who’s my good girl?” She was coming awake. Katin doesn't comment this and is Hardcore still looking down. “It is him!” agrees Palonae, and the moment Tasha said the name I am sure too. That was nice. “You wouldn’t mind if I brought another lover here?” "No. I could only see you. She relaxed, resigned to her fate, her white eyes wide in anticipation, beckoning me. I blowjob dilated her cervix with the prodding flicks anal of the tentacle, feeling the fleshy sphincter throb within her, then open. I invited Daryl to dinner with my family once we were back at the office where I spent the afternoon writing my reports and filing my expenses and taking them down to payroll. He pinches my nipples between his fingers every so often and my head eventually leans backwards and gives him access to my neck. Yet my head was swirling with fetish questions. Did you really think I wanted you to proposition me?" He was on full speed already lol.