"I just don't." What if I wanted to lick you?" I boldly asked."You do?" She asked happily giving me a smile. "Only I you're going to suck my off." But...what if we get caught?" We wont. Come here." I stood up and she followed me into the closet."Close the door " I instructed.She did as told and I was already pulling my dick out so once the door was closed I pulled her by her hand and made her fall to her knees.I guided my stick into her mouth and closed my eyes once she started sucking it."Mmm. He didn’t get an answer when he knocked on the door of her room. When he made it down to the common room, he found a few other guests of the Inn eating a thin gruel with bread and butter. The drink served was a weak tea of some sort. He chose a seat near the only window so he would be able to read while he waited. A serving girl came over to him and he asked if what he saw was all that was served.“We have cooked eggs and bacon if you want it, but it cost extra. Most folks won’t pay that much. I gasped and felt it hurt; but Jerome laughed, saying his huge black cock would hurt me even worse…Leon’s dick stretched me brutally. He was tearing me up for sure.As the huge dog pumped me, I felt that I got his entire red knot, but it soon slipped back out of me. But Leon kept pounding me and soon his hard rod had swelled up and stiffened enough to fill me…It hurt a bit; but I was enjoying the pain so much.I soon began to sense pleasure instead of pain.As the dog fucked me, Jerome was rubbing. Every fact of it occurred. What makes the story a fiction is my purposeful exclusion of many other, extraneous experiences that shaped my life at the time. They are no more or less important than the experiences I have included in the story, I simply have chosen to omit them because they cling only to the periphery of my memory. I have chosen to tell the story in vivid detail because the details are important to me. They are what form the substance of my memories. The story is about the summer.