She could not stop. She dare not stop. Behind her, distant but gaining, she heard the baying of the dogs, growls and howls echoing across the mist of ...the early morning, with their handlers no doubt spurring them on ever faster. Her every breath burnt in her throat and her chest ached from the constant heaving of her lungs. Barefoot, bare legged and wearing only a plain, white dress of loose cloth, she ran on. Rivulets of blood trickled from a hundred nicks on her pale skin but she didn’t feel. Slowly, he directed his cock once again into my pussy which was awaiting his entry. My pussy had become friends with his cock and now recognized him as a friend.This time there was less pain. Maybe it was the position (missionary) where the cunt is better equipped to hold the cock. As we continued kissing, he was lifting by bums with both his hands and goading me to ride on his cock.I haven’t done horse riding in my life, but I think this sensation and movements were the same. Up and down and. Looking back, while i'm not happy about the way i lost my virginity, i'm kind of glad that i got that whole thing out of the way. And i never saw that boy again either. I still don't even know his name.Boyfuck #2 has been my only real satisfying sexual relationship with a guy. He deserves a name so i will call him Aaron. Mostly, our relationship revolved around porn because we loved to watch it. We first got to know each other by looking at porn pics on our cell phones during the school lunch. She learned the places that the dark and attractive Betty liked to be touched and she played her body like a musical instrument handling her with great care and tender joy. At night the sounds of the other nurses coupling with furtive guilt fell away from her stream of conscious thought and all she could hear was the sound of her own heart beating faster when Betty was next to her and holding her in her arms. Every now and then, one of the prisoners was selected for "re-education" for some.