"Oh, why don't we go over to the Stoners. They came back from town today. They always fuck their first night back." Then she realized what she'd said,...and covered her mouth, giggling again.Before she said any more, I said "Okay and you can watch me beat my meat and shoot jiz, as long as I can watch you pound your pussy." She looked at me and slowly got a sly smile on her face. She pulled the tee shirt over her head, then cupped her tits. The small, compact little nipples were stiff as small. This doesn’t look like it’s been used much at all. Maybe never.” “Well, I … ah …” “Shut up,” Tanya said, “and close the door. Now.” I did as she asked and turned to face her. “You want this cock?” she teased. “You want me to fuck you up the ass with this? You want to be my bitch?” My cock was instantly erect. The answer to her question was obvious: fuck yeah. I wanted to be her bitch. “Take your clothes off,” she whispered, leaning in to my ear, “and get on your knees.” I could. He pushed my knees apart with his hands and knelt there between my legs. "Any time you want me to stop," he said, his voice thick, "just tell me." "God no," I said. "You do ... whatever you want. Please." He smiled then, and placed a slow hand where my cock strained at my boxer briefs. "You're beautiful," he said, lightly tracing the outline of my cock with his fingertips. I shivered. "And THIS is beautiful," he added, giving it a squeeze. Very slowly, almost prissily, he pulled the waistband. It was a big three acre farm house away from the bustling of the city. But we were not alone. Some four to five labourers were working in the fields and there was a oldman named Bholu who was the care taker of the farm house. He was carrying our bags in to the house. He had a such a smile in his face indicating he knew what was going to happen. May be it had happened previously. But for us it was first time. My heart began to pound faster. It was a big house comprising of three big rooms and a.