It was hot in the greenhouse.A few minutes walk from the farm, there was a little undisturbed lake you could swim in. I went out there as often as I c...uld if the weather allowed it.I was always there alone and sunbathing my tits in the summer sun. I had almost no tanline from the bra anymore.One afternoon I was lying there topless, Christine came cycling and she was obviously going to swim too.“Hi", she said a little surprised, but she did not seem angry because she was not going to be alone. I. You pull me towards you, and in one smooth motion, you have impaled me, all the way in so that my ass can feel your balls. And you fuck me. Hard. Like an a****l. And you start to breathe hard and moan. You are pounding me so hard that I clench the sheets for support, but you keep going, fast, and even harder, so that I lay down on the pilllows and clutch the headboard. I hear the sound of your balls slapping my ass, smell your sex sweat, and feel you groan as your cock slams into my tight. Toh abh atte hai story par toh batt hai tabh ki jab mai 10 class mein tha. Humari class mein ek ladki thi ashima. Wo baki ladkiyon se hatt ke thi uski gand aur boobs baki ladkiyon se bade the. Wo aksar apni friend ke sath mere agge wale table par beth ti thi. Meri height shuru se hi jada thi toh jab mai table par beth ta tha toh mujhe apni tange(legs) se bhut problem hoti thi. Toh kabhi kabhi ghutne(knees) uski gand ko touch karte the. Par wo samne se kuch na bolti . Ek din mai jaan bhuj kar. He fucked me hard but not long. He mumbled something about sloppy seconds and emptied his sack in me. He kept fucking me slowly while he talked to Trailer guy. “Isn’t faggot pussy the best? And look at him. He’s full of cum and his cock is still hard. He loved it.” He was right.For the rest of my time in Kentucky I found my self on the business end of two cocks and it was pretty great. I don’t understand what’s in me where being used gives me such immense satisfaction. I’m not sure if you.