They repeated the same exercise over and over, hitting different targets around the field each time he got better at it."Same time tomorrow," she said..."Thank you," Gerald said."No Thank you," Chelsea replied."For?" Gerald asked."Nothing, it's nothing really," Chelsea said shaking her head."Nah, say it," This farm belonged to my Grandfather. Then he passed it down to my father," she said hopping back up on the rusty tractor. She looked down at him."My grandfather told me that my father was so. “You won’t, so you’d better consider everything you do from now forward. But believe me, when you cross it, the hell that will rain down on you and all of the men you have been fucking will be incalculable.”With that I left the party and, instead of going to the Hampton, I went home. I figured that she would be pissed and that if she was going to fuck somebody, she would bring him home to our bed and leave me waiting at the hotel.I sat in the dark, drinking unsweetened ice tea. No beer or booze. I was trying to block out the feelings but my body was ignoring my brain. Again this guy stopped before he came. This happened again with the last two guys, neither came in me. I was worried about pre cum but since they hadn’t cum I figured I would be fairly safe. The idea of being raped and spunked on my most fertile day was a very sobering thought.One of the guys rushed off upstairs and I could feel drawers and cupboards being slammed open and closed. The intruder returned with some clear. I started feeling short of breath. I'd of course tried to visualize this cock since having been party to so many stories and descriptions, but nothing could have prepared me for this. There must have been a further 6 or 7 inches spilling out above where her hand was gripping the bottom of the shaft. She wasn't lying, she truly couldn't grip her hand right the way round and she doesn't have small hands. Then the head which, almost impossibly, was bigger than the shaft; a huge, circumcised,.