How much that hurts is up to you… well, partly. You got a tight little asshole, slut, I bet you never really have been fucked in it before, have you...? Wont give it up, huh? he pushes the rapidly-expanding cone of the toy further into her mouth. Just nod, one way or the other… yeah, thats what I thought. I bet a guy with a flashy car gives the toy a vicious push or a fat bank account push or who looks like Brad fuckin Pitt coulda got up in that sexy ass, but not the average guy, huh? Ever wonder. Sid wouldn't take 'em unless I skinned and cleaned 'em first, though.Then the damned gophers moved in. I hammered together some little eight-foot towers just outside the irrigator's path. I was up in those things before daylight before school and all through the summer. Gert looked at me funny when I kept asking for more .22s, but she bought 'em. Slowly but surely our gopher problems went away.When I was sixteen Gert started paying me a hundred dollars a month. "You've got to learn how to. I ran my tongue between her meaty lips and across her nub. She shuddered a little as I did this. I reached up and peeled her pussy open and started to wash her pussy with my tongue. She was moaning and purring her approval as my tongue slowly slid over the folds of her cunt and dipped into her hole. I was by this time very emboldened. The compliments and the fact that I had made her cum did much for my courage. She was starting to respond quite well to my cleaning. I wanted to fuck her, wanted. Matted pubic hair, damp with the juices of his recent escapade, was further proof. He'd fucked his wife, or some other whore, before getting in touch with me. With his good looks, beautiful cock and insatiable libido he had a stable of willing mouths and holes at the ready. I had to admit I was jealous of his other conquests, often wishing I was his only lover.Not that I was exactly chaste myself. No, I took cock whenever and from whoever I could. 90 minutes before I got Glenn's text I was on.