For the next few weeks, all I could think about was Joshua’s huge black cock. I would steal a cucumber from the garden and pretend it was his big cock fucking me while I moaned and squealed with pleasure. Although the cucumber was close to the size of his enormous cock, it wasn’t quite the same. It didn’t feel warm, nor did it have the ridges that would form when the veins on his cock became engorged with his pumping bloo...

“Molly! I have to go to town before the store closes. Mr. Simmons is still working on the pump for the well. See that he gets his check if he finishes before I get back.” “Okay, Mom. I’ll see that he gets it.” Mom headed for town, and I walked slowly out to the pump house to see how Mr. Simmons was coming along. He had been there most of the day working on our water pump for the well. The pump was in a small shed we refer...

Bobby’s fingers fumbled awkwardly with the buttons on my shirt. I knew he was as nervous as I was. We had been skipping study period for the past few weeks to sneak away to the band equipment room to make out. Usually, we just kissed but today we were both feeling a bit friskier. Maybe it had to do with me not wearing a bra. My nipples had been poking at the material on my shirt since we first entered the room. Bobby kept...