‘What happened to you?’ My nipples were raw. ‘When was the first time? Come on, forget about it, you’re so wet, it’s all good … ’
My skin was breaking apart like a net. Each time he touched me the holes got so wide. It was hard to breathe right.
‘Six. I was six.’
‘Really, six?’
‘Yeah, six. I was sicks!’ I started laughing and laughing. I was all made of holes.
‘What happened? God, mmmmbabe, you’re so wet.’
John’s big hand was a cup under my vagina. His other hand squeezed and squeezed on my tit.
‘He and his friends made me go down like their doggy.’
God, it was funny! Did I really say that?
John dropped his mouth to my mouth and pushed his tongue in me. I tightened. I sucked it. Sicks, I was sicks.
‘Like the woman on her hands and knees in the pictures … ’
John’s fingers went up me.
The Joy of Sex!
‘Shhh, babe, what’s so funny?’
‘All the guys stood around her in a circle.’
John’s fingers wiggled. I bucked up my hips.
‘Four of them were there.’
Another finger inside.
‘Ezrah went first.’
John’s hands slid under my ass.
‘He did something from behind.’
More. Do it more!
‘He felt my tits up under my shirt.’
‘Wish I didn’t need a fucking rubber here.’
‘They all did it after.’
‘Mira, spread wider.’
John started moaning. His cock was so hard. He put something on it. My hand was around it – it felt like a doll’s leg. The heat split me open. John lifted my hips and turned me over like that. My stomach was down, my ass high behind me.
‘How many, baby? How far did they go?’
I heard myself moaning. I felt myself wanting. Something to stop myself from being spread empty wide. Ezrah loved The Joy of Sex. He stole it from his parents and hid it in the couch.
‘Hey, come on, what’s so funny?’