Damn it was so tight. But I somehow managed to enter her ass. She was screaming like hell. I closed her mouth with the pillow and slowly stroked her.H...r pain was converting into pleasure. Then I started banging her. I switched from her ass to pussy and back to her ass every 5 minutes. She was enjoying it a lot. I caught hold of her melons and squeezed them. In a few more minutes, she had her third orgasm. She collapsed on the bed like a dead body.But I kept on fucking her pussy and ass. Few. You take a kid, park him in front of a tv or a video game, and he’s hypnotized. A zombie and as far as their parents are concerned, that seems to be okay. But with country kids, turn them loose in a pig sty, and they’ll have a gay old-time making mud pies and raising imaginary porkers. These kids were doing things that in the city would require years of psychological counseling and medication. In my opinion, most country kids are smarter, stronger, and more emotionally adjusted than their city. "Oh man, the things I do for you Becks. Get your knees farther apart. I'm pulling out this dildo by the way."Jill pulled the dildo out of my ass which exited with a resounding pop. I could feel Ben's cum ooze from my hole and run down my throbbing ass crack. "Fuck, now you've done it, I'm going to get soooo punished." "Shut up and let me finger you!"Jill used the sticky fluid as a lube and entered me with one finger, fishing for keys. They weren't as deep as I thought, but Jill did need to. Greg reached his first, taking the nub between his fingers and squeezing. Gently at first but then harder and harder. I winced as the pain shot through me. “Easy does it,” Earl said. His large hands finally reached the right nipple, tweaking it. Flicking it. Lightly brushing it. Greg continued to pinch the left nipple. His massive hands covered the rest of my breast, leaving only the nipple exposed. He pinched it again, even harder. I strain, trying to get out.“There we go,” Greg.