“That’s nice daddy but I want your cock inside me; push it inside me” I slid back down to her seemingly tiny hole and pushed with the head of my... cock. She was wet which reduced some resistance but she was oh so very tight. I pushed in slowly and watched her face so that I could stop as soon as I saw that I was hurting her. I got half way in and she grimaced; I withdrew slightly and made a few strokes before going back in deeper; she grimaced again. “Push daddy push further” But I’m hurting. It made a good, solid sound. He fell to his knees, and I knocked him senseless with a swinging blow to the back of his head that made a cracking sound like I had struck a locust post with an iron maul. He fell on his face and did not even quiver.I handed the chairman his quarter staff, collected my winnings, pulled on my shirt and headed back to the tavern to tend my wounds, feeling around the inside of my mouth with my tongue, breathing shallowly and limping a bit. I enjoyed a beer and some. The dildo was vigorously rubbed around her private parts. I felt that I was sheathed from danger but the noise of her hair scratching against the hardened tip was similar to a pencil on a slate but many times louder. Griselda thrust the dildo bodily inside her. I was plunged into Stygian darkness and the warm scent of her privates entered through the breathing holes. I admit that the scent was arousing but incredibly strong. As the dildo was manipulated the malleable section grew warmer and. ’ Shiksa. It’s the first time I had heard that word, Yiddish for a Gentile female, he informed me. Mom knew what it meant, and she wasn’t too pleased when I told her. ‘He called you that? It’s an insulting term, Penelope, a pejorative. See, the Jews don’t much care for US either.’ Not an insult at all, Zach assured me, at least in the context he and his Jewish friends used it. ‘Okay, but just refer to me as simply Penelope, not Penelope, the shiksa,’ I insisted. ‘Sure thing,’ he said. ****.