“What,” I shot back at her indignantly. “Eleven, if what I’m hearing is the whole truth,” she said again very softly. “No way,” I resp...nded. I felt myself starting to tremble. She must have noticed because she came over to where I was sitting and put her arms around me. “I’m sorry, but I believe it to be true and I thought you had a right to know,” she said unable to look me in the eyes again. “It was last years starting offense, and they took advantage of you they. . .raped you” she said. " Vickie could barely contain her excitement. She had not confided this in anyone yet, but Dave had definitely locked the wrong orifice. Ever since the first time a boy had slipped his cock into her back hole, Vickie had been a real 'anal' slut, preferring to have a cock in her ass than one in her cunt.The Coach walked back behind his desk and after dropping his trousers and boxer shorts around his ankles sat in his desk chair with his large hard cock sticking straight up and waiting with eager. Now there she was, standing on the pavement in the drizzling rain, outside a block of flats in the city. Two suitcases at her feet and a table lamp in her hand. I remembered that table lamp, it was one that her mother gave her; it was the only piece of furniture she'd taken from the house.I'm not really sure how long I stood hidden in that shop doorway watching her; wondering what she intended to do; besides get soaked to the bone, that is. After a long time, I began to realise that Miranda. She came with a huge shudder and her fists drummed on the bed as the climax gathered and roiled. Her vaginal muscles went into spasm and she clamped down hard on my thrusting, hammering prick.A measure of sanity returned and I slowed my pace, giving her long slow thrusts as she came down from her high. She was sobbing quietly, murmuring endearments. My rage returned and I set off again, pounding and pumping until my own orgasm shook me to the core and I poured all my anger, love and fear into.