She glanced out the window toward Bills house. His wifes car was in the drive. What could she do? Maybe shed go out and get a bite to eat, rather than...trying to fix something at the house. Maybe that would take her mind off this sudden compulsion she had with sex. Going upstairs, she slipped out of her robe, rummaged through her closet until she decided on a simple print dress. Twenty minutes later she was headed out the door. She had decided she would try the new restaurant at the shopping. He was angry because he had to stop fishing because I could keep my lust at bay. He called me a slut.He dragged me to a fallen tree and ordered me to lie down on it. I did as ordered and instantly felt the cold wetness of it on my naked tummy and tits. I knew begging wouldn't help so I kept my mouth shut while my father found a suitable branch he could use as a cane.Without any warning he landed the first stroke as I cried out. He wordlessly landed stroke after stroke on my bottom as I cried. She guessed that she'd had a very thin piece of worthless skin. Or else she'd already punctured it with her fingers. That first fucking session had been a wondrous experience. When he'd blasted off and she'd felt his jism spurting and flooding her hot cunt, she'd had a series of blissful orgasms and the delightful pleasure had gone on and on.A few seconds after Betty had stopped talking she laughed and said, "So that's the way I lost my cherry!"Stacy didn't say anything and Betty went on to. Yet, she had to admit a wolf was unusual competition. She brought a beer down to the stream, and as she bathed sleepily, drank it slowly.To the embracing night, she whispered "There's a lot of good, maybe some problems here. I'll follow my instincts until they do me wrong." A soft breeze seemed to give her approval. Her body felt vibrant. She had to admit the man fucked her better than the wolf, and he had his own wildness. And he had some need she seemed to want to fill, if she could.He.