The night had been sweltering and the bright sunlight of the day without a single cloud in the light blue sky suggested there would be no respite from...the heat. The early morning smell of dew and grass trickled over the barest of breezes but all she could smell were the remembered odors of death and decay from days earlier. She shuddered at the memories for a moment, then set her shoulders in defiance.Yrin was seated outside the blacksmith shop, his back leaning against the light gray, painted. Then I started to fight him, but he was strong. He pulled me down to the ground, pulling at my top, exposing my breasts. No boy had ever done that before, or had gotten that far, I would not let them. Mother always told me not to let boys play with my breasts or touch my vagina if I did, I may get to the point of no return and get myself pregnant. He started playing with my breasts, then he took his free hand and run it down the front of my shorts. I could feel his fingers getting near my pubic. After we broke our embrace, he held onto my hand for a momentlonger. "Hon, are you sure you're going to be okay? That fall youtook off the porch the other day could have been bad."Now it was my turn to be annoyed. "Yes, dear, but it wasn't, wasit? I just landed in soft dirt." I wiped the scowl off my face andtired to adopt a softer tone. "Oh, darling, I know this is because youlove me and you're concerned for my safety, but this is what we'vealways gone around about. Just because I'm blind. I gaze up at her and her head is arching back now as sweat drips down from her body to mine. “Fuck…oh FUCK!!!! You are so fucking hot baby!” she spits as she looks down and her eyes roll back and her throat groans. Like a riptide, her orgasm overtakes her, pulling her body beneath the uncharted waters, throwing her every which way in a fashion that is beyond her control. My body has come to its end as well as I feel the first wad of spunk shooting inside the recesses of the tightest cunt I’ve.