The boy cried hard, begging for him to stop.“I'm not stopping until I come, and I'm sick of standing.” the man growled, then with a chuckle “but...if you want it done with sooner, you could always ride me.”The cute blonde teen let out a sob then straddled the older man, who quickly positioned himself at the already ruined entrance. “Rape yourself on my dick, boy.” the man panted, “rape yourself. It's how I like it.”The boy let his weight plunge him onto the impossibly wide length and cried out in. Where in God’s name had I learned to do that? I felt exploring hands slipping under my night dress, raising it high then sliding up my body to my chest where they cupped my bare breasts and nipples - which almost hurt they were so hard. My own hands fell to his waist and for the first time in my life I began to rub a boy’s cock through his clothes. It felt huge beneath the thin cotton shorts, hot and hard and as I rubbed, its smooth end began to protrude ludicrously from the elastic band around. Vicky had also chosen not to wear abra or panties. Melanie seemed mesmerized by Vicky’scleavage and the very obvious swollen aroused nipplesthat were showing so clearly outlined against the thinmaterial of her dress. It was having the desired effectVicky had hoped for.For the past 20 minutes of their little woman-to-womanchat Vicky and Melanie had been sitting with legstouching and squeezing each others hand or arm in warmresponse to each others comments and laughter. Vickylent forward;. I would hang on for as long as possible. For him."I want you to sing 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town.' Okay?"My smile was wary. "Seriously?" Yeah. It'll be fun." For you or for me?"Chris just chuckled.I turned to stare at my hands. At the way he'd bound them. A flutter of excitement passed through me at the thought of being at his mercy. Then I remembered his words...that he said he wanted me to get pleasure from this. That in order to do so, I needed to relinquish control to him. I'd said I.