Two major sexual events happened in my life that summer but this one was not fully realized until I heard her name. It was a hot muggy day in northern...Colorado when I was in the vacant lot next to Connie's folks place when I came upon JS and Connie by the old shed. They where whispering in each others ears when I startled them. JS was the taller girl with red hair freckles and brown eyes. She had pronounced teeth, not huge but her lips never seamed like they were large enough to cover them. Her. He knew only that he had to get away from the influence of Roger's voice. On he ran through the mean streets of the dingy neighborhood until he tripped and fell in a heap outside a darkened doorway. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that. "Don't do this to me, baby." Don't do what, Daddy?" she asked innocently.She opened her legs and took his hand, which was dangling helplessly at his side, andput it between her legs. "Feel it, Daddy, feel it all over, and tell me if it feels good like a... like a good girl's cunt should." She giggled, hunching her shoulders.Dan groaned with fear and frustration. He knew they shouldn't be doing this, knew it was outrageous; yet, he started to massage the lips of her cunt. It was wet and gooey. He continued to violate my pussy for about ten minuets, I was trying my hardest not to moan. Then he pulled out and chuckled, and I realized my body had given me away, his fingers were dripping with both my virgin blood and my cum. I lay there, panting, when he shoved his index finger into my ass, causing me to scream again. He slapped me around the face and said "you'll be quiet if you know what's good for you". He inserted another finger into my ass and I let out a moan, "you like that don't.