“Do you like getting fucked?” I asked very calmly.“Yes.” She moaned.“Good.” I smiled. I walked past her face. My cock was still hanging ou... of my pants. “Not including me, how many guys have you fucked?” I questioned.She stuck out her ass a little. “Eight.”“How many different cocks have you sucked?” I asked as I stopped in front of her.She looked down and stared for a moment at my cock. “I don’t know.” She said with mock embarrassment.“You like sucking cock don’t you?” I asked, stepping closer. She was, what I thought, very pretty."Hi, soldier boy!" she pulled up her dress showing me a patch of black pussy hair against her beautiful chocolate color skin. "How would you like to fuck a black girl's pussy, Soldier boy?'"How much are you asking?" I'll give you a real good time, soldier boy, if you give me two dollars!"I walked up close to her, she was still allowing me to look at her pussy. My cock was fully erect and she knew I was interested. I said, "I'd like to fuck your pussy!" I. I found hidden places, cracks between floorboards or the slats of the barn walls, convenient hidey-holes all over our simple wooden farm house and outbuildings. I saw lots of forbidden things, like dad teaching Albert to screw the sows’ cunts and dad and Albert passing on that wisdom to Alex the night of his Rites. On Aliya’s fifteenth birthday, mom came to our room before dawn and unlocked Aliya’s slender ankle from the cuff that restrained her to the bed on the other side of the attic. Michael looked as though he fell into that category. He didn’t look too closely; didn’t see past the make-up or the scared eyes. “Where?” That was all he wanted to know; where we were going to do the dirty deed. Where? That was all I wanted to know too. “Back o’ Woolies,” Justine replied. Woolworths hadn’t been there since 2009 but everyone still called it ‘Woolies’. I could tell Justine was loving it, even though she was careful to show only her poker face. She’d dressed me, done my.