"Are you a queer?" she asked, "Why do you have my stuff on?"Like all kids, only a "I don't know." could come out. She made me take each item of clothi...g off, right there in the living room."YOU wait till your father comes home!"I did just that, only to face him asking the same old questions only a slap in-between each one."Get your ass to bed you fucking little fagot!" he yelled.As I laid in bed, my face and bottom in pain, I heard them talking. I remember one thing she said."He looks better in. They stood on the hill and he drew circles with his foot. It symbolized shyness, and deep feelings of adoration that could not be spoken. In the bedroom there was thin shitty carpeting and my foot tried to draw circles, I tried to be the sweet innocent girl with the older man, but my foot kept catching on the carpet and I must have looked really foolish. He stared at me grinning for a while. Then he went up to the bed, which was a bunk bed. He didn't use the bottom, the bottom was removed for. He got on top of me and pushed his cock between my tits, sliding it between them. Then took my feet to his mouth and pulled off my heels. He immediately started sucking my black painted toes and kissing my feet.Stephen's tongue glided along my legs. Then he lightly started kissing and tasting my wet pussy. His lips were so soft and tender. He moved up my body and kissed me passionately, softly biting my lip. I could taste my pussy on his mouth. I begged him to fuck me hard. He obliged, pushing. Wow that was a rush. And then the bliss of his cum filling me. The grunt I heard in the background and the feeling in my ass. I’d never had a man cum in my ass before. I knew my ass was so tight I’d be walking around with him inside me for at least a few days to come, which in itself was an erotically filthy thought. I came with him. This was my first anal orgasm and I must have tightened my throat something fierce. Because, after fucking mouth and throat for what seemed like forever.