I had heard that Vicky was a – let’s just say she had a reputation – and anyway, she didn't seem to mind his touching her that way. In fact, she...put her hand on his crotch. So what the heck, I reached over and grabbed a tit. I guess she really liked that because it wasn't long before both of her hands were engaged in our crotches.As the car pulled out of the lot, Danny said, "Let's go to the farm." Al turned around and leered. Clunk smiled in the rear-view mirror.Vicky flopped down across the. I had been raped by a dog. What made it worse was that I began to realise I had enjoyed it. I climbed into bed and tried to sleep. The enormity of what had happened burned in my brain. What had I done to make it happen? Was it my fault? Then I wondered how he had known what to do. After all, I was not a dog. Was it normal for a dog to just fuck anything? So many questions. I did finally fall asleep. Saturday morning I wondered if it was the storm that set Monty off. I wandered out into the. I couldn’t believe she was becoming interested in this kinky pit stufflike me and jumped in joy. In the evening, I was eagerly waiting for her and there she came, all workedout and with a big wet patch in her armpits. Oh my god, the first thing she didafter coming near me was to raise her hands pretending to be correcting herhairstyle giving me full uninterrupted access to her wet pits and I just wentnear her pits and inhaled the smell, ohhh my godddddd, would have died there ofa hard-on. But I. Our bodies were wet with perspiration, sliding past each other as we pressed up close. As we did so, I felt his solid young shaft twitching against the sensitive curve of my inner thigh. Feeling this too, he proceeded to goad me with it playfully, working the tension between us up into fever pitch. The sexual chemistry between he and I was indescribable. As I felt his thick swollen tip press into me and gently prize me open, I finally learnt the meaning of hot, passionate sex. I breathed in the.