"He let me go too, kinda just letting his arms fall away and I think he wanted to cry, except I didn't know the reason. He just looked that way, with ...is bottom lip trembling just a little, just enough so I could see it. I had a crush before, on a girl I knew in sixth grade, and I felt like that again, except it was worse. Jahn was right there, but he was a boy.He was a beautiful boy and I was a boy too.I got off Jahn slowly, carefully like I might hurt him, and I sat away from him, leaning. I can't leave, he pulls my hair so hard my head is bent sharply back as he rides, fucking me so hard and I take it. My tits jostling from his thrusts. Oh God! "Oh fuck me," I pant."I need this so bad," he growls."Yes. Yes. Cum in me, cum in me, take me any way you want. Baby. Over and over. My cunt is yours." And I can't even control what I am saying now.Even as I say it, he is bruising me again. Marking me, my body breaking, it aches. I turn to look back, just the flicker of eyes and movement,. Having a brilliant idea, I led them into the horse-washing stall, and turned on the misting sprayers, designed to cool down the horses after a ride, it seemed perfect for my visitors as well. "Oh, this is wonderful. It's so hot and this mist is so refreshing," one woman commented, as she turned round and round, letting the spray flow. There was a chorus of similar comments as they sat along the concrete wall on the tiny wooden benches. I stepped directly under the sprayers and soaked myself in. Her entire concentration was on the connection between us. We were in a clearing; our little picnic bench was surrounded by a stand of shade trees. It had been a hot day and the twilight air formed a soft warm blanket around us that was infused with the scent of Nature. I caught the scent of the vegetation, the lake and the soil mixed with the fragrance of the woman. I was immersed in a heady cologne of nature which stirred a deep primal lust from a million years past. That ancient.