It was partially a sexual feeling but it was also more, a re-awakening and a process of rediscovery. You had been silent for miles, lost in your own...thoughts. “Can I lie on your lap a bit?” We always had pillows and foam along to transform our seats into a bench on our long trips. The car was automatic, so the gear shift wasn’t a big issue. “I thought you’d never ask,” you grinned wickedly. This was one of your favourite parts of a road trip, our tradition. “I just wanna nuzzle,” I warned. He released his grip on her underbelly and slid his hands slowly further up under her sweet body. He moved his hands to her breasts, which looked even larger when the force of gravity was in their favor. He positioned her erect throbbing nipples against the centers of his palms and opened his fingers wide. Bernard had to stretch his hands as large as he could get them to clutch all of her breast flesh at the same time. He fondled and massaged her fits as he rammed his loins hard against her. I allowed him to take complete control of me and it was a revelation of a sort that made me a believer in submissive obedience as the fastest route to ultimate satisfaction.It should have been enough to satisfy any normal female of ordinary urges, but my readings of the works of the Marquis De Sade convinced me it was the perfect opportunity to experiment with his peculiar attachment to matters anal in nature because the very thought brought a gush of female juices to my vaginal cavity that. The hayloft was a marvelous place for that sort of thing.I wasn't the only one. I talked to/with the other girls. We were all very active, more so than I think anyone expected. Sex became very casual with us, and very frequent. If the average teenage girl had intercourse once or twice a year, and the promiscuous teenage girl had it once or twice a month, what could be said of us? I was having sex, and by that I mean intercourse, four to six times a week, and I was average ... That doesn't count.