"There are so many pretty girls here," he laughed, pulling down his trousers as he did so. "They would wake the dead, and that mouth of yours is so t...mpting." Then Anna reluctantly let him clumsily jam his cock into her mouth and endured the pain and horror of his semen splashing into her throat, only to have him pat her on the head, pull up his pants again, and run off. leaving her kneeling there, feeling defiled.When dusk fell, Anna was thinking longingly of home, and when her brother found. I walked ten miles to the Aaronson farm and in the dark of the night stole one of their hundreds of milk cows. We named her Bessie – we thought all milk cows were named Bessie. ‘Cindy! Don’t ever, don’t ever let Bessie out in the daytime.’ I thought all cows looked the same but I didn’t know. Cindy didn’t either. We were clean. Some memory when we were young and Dad had fewer bottles: fill the washtub with hot water from the wood stove, temper – yes I knew that word and many others – the hot. "The Judge will see you Now" he intoned, almost as if it was amantra.I now know how condemned prisoners feel. We were led down aninstitutional hallway toward the courtroom. I had this odd feelingthat we weren't going to end up with just a fine and a strongadmonition from the magistrate. It's funny how those feelings can hityou. There was no basis in fact for the feeling. By all rights, Ishould have expected a mundane court appearance. Maybe it was the dayBrooks and I had spent in Ovid that gave. That was one lesson I reeaaaallly enjoyed. Then we had a shower together to clear out the mental cobwebs and get our skin feeling soft and smooth, and after that we did anal.Now I always thought that only the bloke doing the fucking got anything out of it. I though the bloke being fucked just felt pain. How wrong I was! Under Rash's firm control and gentle tutelage I lost my anal virginity to him, and lots more times after that.He also gave me my first experience of fucking a man's arse as.