The boulders around the area were smooth and worn from the powerful action of the water. The water was flowing fairly heavy, due to the rains that we ...ad experienced over the last few days.I noticed Dawn checking out a ledge near the side of the falls. Before I could stop her, she had disappeared from view behind the rushing water. I was a little hesitant to follow, knowing how slippery the rocks could be.I carefully walked over to the side of the falls and followed Dawn's path to an area. I was raping her. Big difference.Anyway, her tearful praying made a nice soundtrack to my fucking. Eventually her cunt started lubricating, probably out of self defense, but I used it as an excuse to point out what a slut she was."No chaste woman would be sexually aroused by a man other than her husband. But you're getting wet for me, aren't you. You want to be raped. That's why you dress provocatively, as if we don't know what's under all that fluttering fabric. You're a little slut looking to. By now I was about to explode. So I lift her head, her eyes look into mine we kissed me. This time our lips locked together one kiss after another. Soon our tongues danced together.A few seconds later my stomach chimed it. Joy backed off and said “are you hungry?” “Yes I am” . Then she stood up and lead me by the hand to the kitchen. There I ate fried chicken and corn on the cob. To wash it down Joy gave me some sweet tea to toast the event of me becoming a man. But this birthday gift it was. In the left hand was a bullwhip that dropped to the floor before winding between its feet. Sybil's hand was in mine. Her momentum was carrying me on. 'Come on,' she said again. That sort of shop wasn't her usual milieu. Nor was it mine. We went up three steps and past a sign warning that we would find adult material within. Sybil tugged me forward before I read it all.The shop was about fifteen feet wide and forty long. The left side was racked with magazines then, further from us, paperback.