I look straight ahead, looking for the cabin that we should be getting close to and see you glancing at me out of the corner of my eye. Trying hard no... to chuckle out loud I hear your heavy breathing. My cunt is soaking my skirt with sweet/salty fluid and when you tell me that you're going to pull to the side of the road and rape me, I feel another heavy gush between my legs. My hand rests, trembling slightly, on your thigh as I look at you and tell you that the cabin is around the next corner. Nothing was said about sex at all. Mom told me not to worry about it, that it would be taken care of. A week went by, and all week we either talked on the phone, or Karen brought her over to our house for a few hours at a time. We would find time alone, but although we were physical with each other, we never talked about actually having sex.Then one night Karen brought Jennifer over, and we all got pizza for supper and sat together and talked. Nothing really exciting, but for some reason I was. Without saying a word, she opened her legs to me by spreading her knees around my shoulders and crouching down a little. Her crotch was a tongue length’s away, so I did what came naturally. “O God, Ben, I want you to lick me,” she commanded. “I want you to drive your tongue up my slit and suck on my clit. O yes, Ben, that feels so good. Right there!” As my lips and tongue started massaging her clitoris, my fingers joined into the fray by finding her vaginal opening and inserting themselves,. It was fun having a third party to do some of the fetish stuff with as well, like tying her to the bed with a blindfold and asking her to tell which cock was filling her pussy or mouth at any given moment. Having two hoses to piss on and piss on her was more fun also. And of course there were good ole screwing marathons. For her birthday, Shorty invited both of them over and it took all three of them to fuck her into submission. What a birthday present!With life’s busyness, there were often.