I looked over and saw that he was standing at his workbench. It looked like he was greasing up Grandma's gardening tools. His back was facing me and...he made no attempt to talk to me. I was feeling guilty by then, I don't quite know why. But the tingling I had felt between my legs had gone away, that's for sure.He called it a 'shed', but it was more like the size of a garage. It had a big workbench and there were different tools hung on the walls, as well as machines lined up in a row: his. "Please call me Rusty, Ma'am." The other girls giggled. Rusty got her nickname from her voice, which squeaked whenever she tried to speak loudly, and her name. Thus the sound of a rusty door hinge.The woman nodded. "Alexis Johanna Moore". I meekly raised my hand. "Good, now everyone load your baggage in the bus, as we want to get to the retreat before supper." Load-up was quick, even though one girl had enough baggage to take up four seats. Soon we were bouncing down a dirt road, and I was. Now I was on my back, looking up at a small cock. I felt her take me back in her mouth. Her hot wet mouth. Her tongue licking my cock as it goes in and out. “She began to suck me, I was fucking her mouth, and then I felt her finger go into my ass. “I’m going to cum.”I’m going to cum. Take it.” I felt her push my dick further into her mouth and I felt my cock explode. After some, when my dick was erect I told Lucy, “Now, I’m going to fuck you.”. Slow and soft, or fast and hard? What do you like?. Now I was out of control. I had surrendered to this teenage black boy and my inhibitions were a thing of the past. The joyous, lusty sounds I heard coming from me now only added to my passion.I wasn't even aware at first that he was doing it, but I felt the button on the back of my skirt come open and the zipper being tugged down. I hated having to turn him loose long enough to do it, but Nathan pulled away from me and pulled me to my feet and anxiously pulled my skirt down. I saw the.