Once again, I slammed forward almost completely nailing her onto the sofa and then all the hell broke loose.I lost all the control and so did Darcy. W... were fucking like no tomorrow. There would be a certain rhythm and pace for a while and then the range of motion would change. She was enduring all the brutal bashing I could do to her cunt. More and more pumping, pounding and plowing in Darcy’s flailing cunt was making her shudder like a wild bitch and I was riding her crazy until my cock. Johnny told us to lose our shirts as we came along some friends of ours and some of the older kids playing a baseball game with a tennis ball. He yelled at me to go into the field as we joined the game with the other ten kids playing. Johnny grabbed a bat and acted like he was next up. Bobby jumped into a place between 2nd and third base. I don’t remember where the others faded into the field. But I do remember the teenagers chasing us looking around the field and everyone stopping to look at. As I counted to twenty-eight.“Yeahhhh?” I whispered, as if I was sleepy.“The others are drinking coffee and talking. I saw Carol slip out of your bedroom and I wanted to come see you without the others in here. Can I get you anything?”“No but my balls are itching.”“Your balls ... Uh, I’ve never even touched Dave’s balls. He told me he was afraid I’d hurt him if I put my hands on them.”“Beth scratched my balls for me.”“She Did?”“Yes and when my cock got hard, she rubbed it for me.”“Your cock?. She was in college, Purdue from what the banner hanging in the wall said. She had a bunch of girlfriends hanging on to her. They were sticking out their tongues, posing like Charlie's Angels, and slapping each others asses. They were tamer than what I had in my email, but that was the same skanky slut.I wrote her back.Hi, thanks for the email and the letters. I very much enjoy writing sex stories. I appreciate your interest in having me write one about you. I can think of all sorts of fun.