"Uuuuuugh," Stacia said, grinding her pussy against my cock. Her pussy lips were wet and slippery and so soft. I probably could have cum just doing th...t since I was basically masturbating with her pussy.But I didn't want to cum outside her pussy. Stacia must have read my mind when she said, "Fuck my ass, Uncle Mike."Only problem was that I didn't have any lube. We used the soap in the shower yesterday for lube. I didn't want to just depend on our natural juices for lubrication and I didn't want. I came as well, my guts and cunt cramping around his cock, sucking at his sperm, drinking it down and sucking hard for more.I cried out in bliss, then, as the dim awareness came to me of the complete emptiness around us, of the deserted landscape, the trees, grass and open space, I gave voice to my passionate joy, my cries getting louder, more expressive, less constrained.My screams of joy and bliss echoed through the trees, stilling the crickets which had begun to chirp, causing nearby birds. We didn't have much of a conversation while at Mike's Pub 'n Suds just outside of town. Rachel didn't have much to say so I told her about basketball camp and how I hoped to make the team in college. It was a stretch, but thought it might impress her thinking I might be playing basketball on TV someday. The truth was that my grades were average and tuition expensive, so I enrolled in the local two year community college. My goal was to go somewhere a long way from home after community college. . I tried not to scream. "Are you okay, man?" he said as if we were just hanging out with our buddies. "Yeah," I grunted. I didn't even know his name. I don't remember the next few painful strokes, but each one took him deeper and deeper into my ass and until finally I was lubricated enough for him to slide in and out. Only then did the pleasure come. "Harder," I said and he did. I gritted my teeth against the pain that came with the pleasure and bumped against him, loving it. Every stroke was.