It was as predictable as spring rain. Put a regular guy in a minivan and he just has to start driving like he's Mario Andretti. I think it's some kind... of reaction to the concept that minivans were invented for soccer moms. So when you get a guy in a minivan, he just has to prove, probably to himself because no one else gives a fuck, that he still has balls. So to prove that he has balls he drives like an asshole. As we round the bend, he's doing about eighty and his minivan is shaking like the. ;) Now, onwards to the sex story!It had been raining for the past couple of hours that day, and the roads were awash with puddles and pools of water. Living in the city robs the seductive beauty of the monsoons, but staying an attending a university situated near a few clusters of tribal villages and about a hundred kilometers far away from home, helps to put everything in its place. You could say that I had found the beauty of the rains back.Perhaps I was entranced by the rhythmic. I was disappointed when he was done in such a short time. When a second guy took his place, I remember hoping he knew what he was doing. The next thing I remember was waking up in Ray’s bed the next morning.“At first, I thought it had just been a bad dream. When I tried to get out of bed, I hurt everywhere. I could barely walk to the bathroom and when I got there I saw my hair. It looked like I used a case of hair gel on it and clumps of hair stuck out every which way. I had bite marks all over. I let out a scream of pure pain and joy. She turned her head and smiled at me."What a despicable bitch you are.. you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Yes mistress!" I gasped."You're not event close to being done..."She pulled out the whole thing, then, giving me no time to realise it, buried it back deep in my intestines, plugging me hard and deep.She started fucking me harder and harder, every time pushing more and more inside of me using her whole body to **** my ass as hard as she could.Tears.