Was the same hole that I used for otherthings really a girl's hole too? It hurt when his finger played there,but I was more confused if it was really ... girl's hole. How stupid couldI be? A few days later, I was wearing a denim overall. You know with strapsover the shoulder. I had no t-shirt under and the overall had Tinkerbellon its stomach. My uncle was in the farmyard and I was playing with thedogs. He said that I should wear a t-shirt; otherwise he could see myboobs. I laughed and said they. My ankles are somehow tied to the mattress on either side of my shoulders. “Now that looks like a Pussy that is ready to be stuffed with a big cock hey boys!” Eddie is still working the crowd from somewhere to the side of my head and then his face appears above my eyes. “So here are the rules Tina… we can have Bobby just slam into that tight little pussy of yours but that would be pretty uncomfortable and is no way to treat a horny little virgin like yourself… so alternatively Bobby can. So here is the long awaited sordid tale. Note to readers, this story was by request and was hard to write. The requester did have some input in it. I do not condone rape and do understand this story is not everyone's cup of tea. sorry in advance if it bugs you.Welcome to my nightmareshe was walking along the fisherman’s wharf in the Monterrey bay area of California, wearing her tight fitting Alice cooper shirt and baggy sweat pants. She walked passed Balesteri's wharf front souvenir shop and. The second week in June, Irene, Joan’s sixteen-year-olddaughter, came home from school. Irene was probably oneof the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on.She was about five-eight, with a figure that would winany beauty contest she wanted to enter. Her boobs werehigh and firm, and she didn’t wear a bra. Her hair wasshoulder length and was a beautiful shade of auburn.Her green eyes sparkled, and I could hardly wait untilher sexy mouth could give me a blow job.I really did not.