My vagina contracted, as if it didn't like being ignored. His fingers exited me. It left me feeling hollow. "You're going to feel pressure," He said. ...And I'm going to stretch you. Say so if it hurts." I heard more lubrication being squeezed before something much larger than a finger pressed against the stretched entrance. Everything was so slippery; it wouldn't have mattered if I was tense. The tip of him slid into me seemingly without effort. Then he paused. "Take a deep breath," he. Many had been punished usingbelts and severe spankings and thought nothing of continuing that in raisingtheir children. Some had even given Father John permission to punish theirchildren if they misbehaved. Sallywas the oldest daughter of Stan and Mary. She had a younger sister, Beckyand an older brother, Mark, who had already graduated from high school andwas helping his father work the farm. Becky was the level-headed girl inthe family, with Sally seemingly always getting into trouble. She. Finally, I approached her as she was sitting alone by the pool one afternoon. Our parents were both at work. I took up a seat, next to Dannye. She was wearing her traditional cut off shorts and a midriff bearing t-shirt. “I want to apologize,” I began. Dannye cut me off. “No, It’s my fault,” she replied. “I was in a funky mood and it was wrong of me to do that.” “No,” I countered, “It was OK, in fact, as bad as I hate to admit it, and I hope you don’t think of me as a pervert, but it kind of. He placed a hand on the back of her head and started pumping his hips, making her gag. She was so turned on by his treatment; one of her hands was cupping his ass while the other was furiously rubbing her clit. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her mouth, a sigh of disappointment escaping her lips. He was pulling her up, crushing her to him, snogging her- they're mouths hungry for each other. Before she knew it he had spun her around, bending her over the small table in the corner, and was.