The forcing of six inches into her tight teenage pussy was almost too much for her to bear.‘Ahhhh!’ she groaned in pain. Roger paid little attent...on to her discomfort and rammed his shaft into her harder and faster, trying to reach the ultimate goal of release as soon as he could. The factor of romance seemed to play very little in Roger’s furious thrusting; all he wanted was to blow his load. Besides, fucking behind a bush on the dirty ground wasn’t very romantic to begin with.‘He’s gonna. I did pretty well. I met a lot of girls from a town about 20 miles away, and I didn't have a car. But back then you could count on getting a ride if you hitchhiked, and I did so to hang out with the girls, often. And that’s how it all started.I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, sneakers and a tank top, wandering along a back road, when an older Lincoln came along. I put out my thumb and the car came to a stop just beyond me. I opened the door and behind the wheel was an older Black man,. It was hot, humid and foggy, and a dip in the stream would be a nice treat from the heat. The neighbors on both sides were blocked from seeing the “pool” area by pine trees, so the swimming hole was in somewhat of a secluded spot. In any case, the fog obscured the spot, even from my house. Grabbing some towels, we raced out the back door and down to the stream. Ellie pulled off her shorts and panties but had trouble with the knot at the back of her halter top. In her haste, she gave up trying. For a couple of seconds, the dreadful moment that was fast approaching seemed to be miles away. She put her lipstick on and muttered to herself,"Let's go, Emma. You can do this!"Her heart started pounded as she grabbed her keys a few minutes later, heading out the front door. Her mind went over every detail of the day ahead, over and over again. If this should all work out, she had to be in total control of things. She couldn't leave anything to chance, she reminded herself and made her way to.