I ask her "well why are you at the beach? "Cuz Im tired of tanning and not showing off my body to anyone!" I say, "oh well that definitely makes sense..., a sexy lady with a body like you could get away with walking around butt naked!" She says with a stutter, "ohh.. I.. I dont know about that, Im actually really self conscious, I can be ugly.." I say what do you mean? "Well certain parts of me are ugly". I got all confused at that point, I thought to myself, whats this crazy bitch talking about!. He seemed really happy that we were all sexually active and asked us if we had all been safe to which we all answered yes. My mother then added that she wanted us all to be active before asking the next question.My father then went on to explain that we were fairly cut off from the rest of the public being out of town and for large times just on our own. He explained that he understood that teenagers and young men and women all have urges and needs and explained that my mother and father had. Kyle did not care…he drove his hips upward. The pressure turned to pain as he forced himself into me…each slight movement felt like a huge sandpaper cylinder was being shoved up me.The pressure, the force, the tightness…pain caused a yelp to exit from my throat…even as he bottomed out against my internal organs.He allowed me to lift, just slightly, but enough to notice my cunt was starting to flow…the friction turning more into heat and less like the sandpaper.Kyle kept pounding into me…not the. I was breathing still faster.“I am Ravindra” (Main Ravindra hoon). He spoke in Hindi.“Yes, I know your name” (Haan, main jaanti hoon), my eyes lowered involuntarily, and the words came out of my mouth without my knowledge.I tried to compose and relax myself, and may be I succeeded to some extent.“How?” (Kaise?), he did not look surprised.I wanted to tell him that I adored him and liked him, just as most girls in the school did, but retraining myself I merely replied, “Everyone in school knows.