And it IS a nasty, smelly, disgusting thing. I wish I didn't have a cunt, Nick. I wish I had a cock like you do.''Well, you don't, bitch, and you neve... WILL have one. You'll only EVER have that stinking, dirty cunt of yours. Tough shit!'I thought long and hard over what he'd said. Later that day Dad came back from the football match in high spirits because his team had won. Nothing much happened till the next day. It was Sunday and though I was too young to quite know what was going on the TV. Wasn’t nice, don’t want to. It was 2 years before I got home. Oh, sure, a couple of leaves, lots and lots of letters, everything was fine. Her massage practice was busy, we had agreed that she would be straight with it. Nothing I could do but have faith. Patti met me at the airport the day I got home. I was OK, the bullet hole in my ribs had given me a free ticket. I had healed nicely with no outward effects, but I was different inside. Patti and I made love all over the house, she was such an. I hated the pain his prick dredged into my colon! Huso’s dick prevented me from correcting the boy roughing my ass.Minutes into my semi-rape (I had invited three, but I didn’t want any of them), I was crying from the pain in my ass. I could hardly suck Huso properly while his dick slid in and out of my mouth. I was bawling from the peter scorching my shithole! My strange gurgling did something to Huso. His prick thrust deep suddenly, and it sprayed my gullet with hot cum.“AAAHHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!”. “You had a good time,” I stated rather than asked.“I had a very good time,” she replied, her smile even broader. “I think you’re going to enjoy yourself too.”Rae reached out with her right hand and cupped the large and growing bulge in my underwear.“Impressive for you,” she grinned as she massaged my erection. “I hope I’m not too sore for it.”Her voice showed clearly she was joking so I replied in kind.“It’s going inside you whether you’re sore or not!”“Well, see if you can hold onto yourself.