"Looks like you want it though," Coach said with a smile. "You ever been fucked, Russet?" N-No sir," I answered with a hoarse whisper. I felt my body ...ingle at the thought. Steve was going to fuck me, I hoped, he'd sort of promised me and I meant to keep him to it. Especially now, since it didn't seem like Coach was going to."I don't mean girlie happy pussy fucked neither." Coach stared at me. "I mean dirty butt fucked like a fag fucked."I shook my head. "N-Never, Coach." But you want it don't. What I found was the sort of situation I had just dealt with the previous afternoon and evening: a proud matron wishing her marriageable daughter to learn something about the needs of men and how to please them. The family, evidently, was in some financial distress, and hoped to marry off their youngest to a bit of money, old or new, it mattered not.The girl was Lucinda who almost curtsied when we met, a yummy one she was, succulent.The fair girl and I walked in the garden for a bit, fingers. ”“Do each of her dildos have a number or is the one you call four a special one?” Joe wondered out loud, remembering a movie about a robot called number five.“Each dildo is number and color-coded and she has scheduled training for each. I’m thinking more of the times when I’ve caught her masturbating while she’s supposed to be busy doing something else though, Joe. By the way, rule five is that Honey cannot masturbate without permission.”“Girls don’t just go in their room and masturbate, dad!”. Yet, the one detail they all shared besides the rope, they were beautiful. All had beautiful faces and impeccable bodies. She huffed as her eyes shifted down and peered down her naked body. Her hands lifted and gently cupped over her larger C sized tits. All those women seemed to have the perfect sized tits, perky and not as large as hers. Her hand slid down against her belly. Yes, she had a subtle belly, not full of jelly but a slight curved tummy. All those women had nearly flat stomachs. .