Not having felt any hymen, and remembering the casual way she had suggested she wanted him to take her upstairs and fuck her, Bob did something he rar...ly did.He took her roughly.Removing his finger from her sopping pussy, he ripped the bikini bottom off, the little side straps breaking easily. It was his, technically. He'd get her a new one. Her legs were already spread. In an instant he was up over her, fisting his cock, planting the tip in her defenseless pussy mouth. Then, with a groan of. The story happened to me when I was younger. I would appreciate constructive criticism. I was 15 and my mom insisted that my brother, sister, and I get involved in constructive activities while school was out for the summer. Ugh, one boring summer coming up. I was two years older than my sister and brother and had a different outlook on life since they were just 13. The activities chosen by my mom ended up being summer school and tennis. The tennis I did not mind at all, in fact I usually. The touch felt electric. Then her soft lips found his. He trembled.“Come,” she breathed. “Let’s walk a bit.”She took his hand and led him down a narrow path into a thicket of trees and bushes until they reached a small clearing. No one could see them there. The sunlight was filtered; it was like a little green and gold and copper copula.“I bet they called you faggot all the time,” she said, standing in front of him – close. “Or sissy.” She sighed. “Ah well, bullies all over the world have such. It was so much easier for me to put on a pairof my mom's panties and pretend I was a girl. I'm not into boys, thoughwhen I'm dressed, I like to think it would be cool if a guy thought Iwas attractive and might want to demonstrate his affections.I tried on some of my sister's things, and once I was visiting somecousins, I slept in one of their pajama sets. That was the closest I'dever come to getting caught. So I started dressing when there was nochance of getting caught. This is important.