The starter fires a gun and I feel whip against my arse followed by another on my upper back, I am pulling hard trying to build speed but she is not s...tisfied, then I feel the jolt in my cunt again, I am too overcome by adrenalin to feel the pain, I focus on the need for speed. As we run down the street the crowd is cheering us all on, the noise is deafening I cannot pick out individual voices. I can feel the sulky arm rubbing hard between my legs, I can hear the bells hanging from my tits ring. I was leaving for college next week.This was my last chance.I couldn’t believe that the reverend’s wife, the wholesome Mrs. North, wanted to enjoy my futa-cock. My secret was out. Mrs. Minx, my best friend’s mother, had spread the word to her friends. More than a few of the women in my small community had eyed me.Had enjoyed my futa-cock.Ms. Evans, of course, had given me that wonderful titty fuck, and Tessa Isaacs, the owner of The Polka Dot Dress, had cornered me in the changing room. I. Although the conversation was not awkward, there were awkward pauses. Not pauses of not knowing what to say next, but awkward by the fact that you are each attracted to the other and keep getting distracted and tempted by the other’s nudity. You cannot help but stare at her tits and bald, fleshy pussy and recall her earlier performance, imagining your dick as her fingers, pushing inside her. She cannot help looking at your muscled body and recalling your performance, imagining her tight pussy. Some threatened him with exposure if he did not do what they asked or wanted. Some said they would inform his parents as to the actual reason for his visits to me. While we played many games and spent much of the days and nights having great sex, I also took the trouble to teach him English and some other subjects. As his academic performance in school improved so dramatically after his association with me his parents never suspected anything about our true relationship, and were always happy.