‘Click’ and another shattering bolt of pleasure shot through me but I did not jerk and spasm like the first time. I had resigned myself to my fate...seeing the spots appear again as I came once again. I felt my legs begin to quiver as the sensation abruptly ended. For only a moment the only sound was my squishing pussy.‘Click’ and my right breast began tingling and warming “uuuOOHHH” I moaned enjoying the fucking and the breast sensation. The feeling suddenly stopped and I heard Miss Lisa say. It was clear however, that Michael wasn't planning on doing that. * * *The trip to Gateshead was put to one side though, as trip to the swimmingbaths was next on the agenda. This trip was important too, as it would seeexactly what problems faced Michael when he went swimming with the school.Upon arriving downstairs to have breakfast, he awaited Liz to fit his wigfor him. She did so, but went and put his swimming cap on first. It was atighter fit, but was capable of holding all his. The bed and our bodies werewet and stickywith fuck leak, mine and his. I fed him my dripping dickagain, and soon hispretty young lips were coated with fuck slime. I squattedover his face andhad him lick my nuts. I kept telling him what a hot littlefucker he was. Isucked on his boytits and fingered his asshole. It was so tight I couldn'teven get one finger in, so I spent the next thirty minutessucking on hisasslips. I knew this was going to be a superb fuck. Histhirteen year oldrectum as going. On our third night together, I had a fit of depression and wept and my body shook. Stephen held me close and I felt his erection against my stomach. Even with the soft bed, the pain was too great for me to fuck in the missionary position so when my crying ceased I curled on my side with my bottom exposed and facing him, “Try it, but be careful,” I warned. Perhaps all the rapes had awakened my sexual spirit because I would never have suggested it had I been fit.A week later I felt strong enough.