Bradley stopped and looked at me saying '...you don't get it, you're my sex toy, you don't stop me till I finish. And then you beg me for more. You do...';t get it now, but by the time morning comes around you'll have learned your lesson. A panic came over me as Bradley adjusted his body pushing my legs back till my feet slipped over his shoulders. And he gripped my shoulders in his hands from under my body. Pinning me to him, Bradley slowly begin to grind his thick sex tube into my bung hole. . As I began to gyrate slowly, moving my cock in and out in small increments, I could feel the pace of Janice's fingers increase between her legs masturbating herself. "How does it feel?" I asked, picking up the pace. "It's...okay," she stammered, obviously preoccupied with the area between her legs. I was moving in and out with long, slow strokes. "Oh Fuck Janice" I moaned. "Your ass feels so good!, when I was your neighbour I used to fantasise about doing this to you." "Your cock in my ass. One particular rainy afternoon we sheltered in the tree house just to get out of the rain, but this time Tom had sneaked some soft porn magazines from his father for us to read. Darla hadn,t started dating guys yet, but knew more about sex than either of us guys and loved to tell and hear dirty jokes and used some pretty language. She was no beauty at five feet four, dirty blonde hair worn in a pony tail, rather skinny with an almost flat chest and long dancers legs with tiny feet. She rarely. "Sorry for what Mom?" I asked her. "I had to work late and forgot to call. I'm on my way home now and willbe there in ten minutes," she said. Relief washed over me. "It's ok Mom, see you in a few," I said and ended the call.Once again I found myself wondering just what the hell I'd ever dowithout my Mom. Could I care for myself? Of course I could. The world atlarge, however, would not permit a not-quite fourteen year old to carefor herself. Who then, if not Mom? Dad? Absolutely not, I reasoned..