A Steamy, Bumpy Ride Home
"Stop… please stop… There are too many of you. You'll break me."
On the bus back to the village, three rugged men from my hometown spread my legs apart and tore a hole right through the middle of my stockings.
Steve Axwell, who lived opposite, said lecherously.
"Kendall, I've watched you grow up. Let me check if you've started growing hair down there yet."
Under the gaze of those big, strong men, I felt a mix of ache and itch. I couldn't stop myself from getting wet.
"You're this soaked, and you've never been with a man? Don't worry—today, we're going to satisfy you real good."