1 comments/ 11185 views/ 7 favorites Confessions of Depravity By: BlueEyedNick June 1989 (Miranda.) I had just turned nineteen and had never really been all that interested in girls before. Sure I had had the occasional fantasy about them while jerking but the fantasies were not about kisses or touching their budding breasts or even about fucking them. Instead the fantasies were, as I now know, much darker and much more depraved. There was especially this one girl that had caught the attention of my fantasies. Her name was Miranda. She was about a year younger than me, had fiery red hair cut short in an almost boyish style. She was kind of tall for her age, just a few inches shorter than me in fact. Her body was slender, almost skinny. Her skin was pale and freckled all over. Her breasts were barely visible beneath her t-shirts. It would be a lie to say that she was beautiful though there was a kind of rough tomboyish charm about her. As I remember it she didn't really have all that many friends at school and she always walked home alone. It was the end of June 1989 and her parents had rented the cottage just a quarter of a mile from the one my mum had rented for the summer. I had been reluctant to go at all but mum wouldn't take no for an answer so I stacked up on books from the library, taped something like a third of my record collection and demanded mum got me a Walkman. I was planning to spend the summer entrenched in a world of literature and music. We arrived at the one bedroom cottage, in which there was just the one sofa bed, a small round table and two chairs, rather late and after having a few sandwiches and coffee we went to bed. Mum was and had always been a solid sleeper and once her head hit the pillow she was far off and it would take an infernal alarm clock to wake her up, or maybe a bomb going off outside. Neither was likely to happen here. I waited about 15 minutes to give her time to reach the deeper levels of sleep before I pulled away the blanket and turning onto my side to spoon her. I slid a hand up her nightie and took my cock out of my boxers and rubbed it against her large but round buttocks while my hand explored her soft large breasts and with my eyes closed I imagined myself straddling her chest, pushing my cock down her throat, watching the shock, fear and shame in her eyes when she woke up from the lack of air. I came all over the back of her nightie, turned over on the other side and fell asleep. The next morning I woke up with the sun burning in my eyes and a feeling of displacement. Mum was sleeping on her back, mouth hanging loosely open her legs slightly parted with her blanket wrapped around her waist and the nightie bunched up around her breasts. I put my hand on the dark spot of her pubes shining through the thin white cotton panties, let my fingers wander down between her legs and jerked off real quick before I crawled out of bed and went outside to take a morning piss behind the cottage. The piss shone like gold in the morning sun when I aimed it at a stone and with a wicked sneer imagined that it was Miranda's face. I went back inside made myself a couple of sandwiches and some coffee, grabbed The Stranger by Albert Camus, my Walkman and a tape with The Cure's Faith on one side and their follow up album Pornography on the other. I went back outside and sat down on the front porch. Judging by the length of the tape I'd been sitting there no more than maybe 20 minutes when Miranda unexpectedly cast her shadow over my face and I looked up. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her, remembering how I had been jerking so hard and so good just two nights earlier while fantasizing about tripping her so she fell face down on the gravelled path leading up to the school. How she scraped her face and her nose starting to bleed and about the tears on her face when she got up, and about how when she asked me why I'd tripped I just spat in her face. And how good it had felt when I shot a load into my boxers to that fantasy. "Hello," she said, wanna go for a swim down by the pond? She had a towel across her shoulder and I could see a bright red bikini top beneath her thin white t-shirt. I closed my eyes and imagined for a second that in reply to her question I spat a thick sticky gob of saliva which landed on her face, then shook my head. I didn't want to go for a fucking swim. What I wanted was to be left alone, read my book and listen to my music. She persisted though and said it would be a lot more fun if we were two. At that very moment mum came out onto the porch with a cup of coffee, lighting a cigarette and insisted that it would be nice for me to have someone to spend the summer with. It would be good for me, she said, since I didn't exactly have any other friends. I shrugged knowing fully well that if I didn't go with Miranda to the pond I'd have mum nagging at me about it all day. I put down my book with a sigh, got up and started walking in the direction of the small pond which we had passed on our way to the cottage. Miranda walked up alongside me and started talking cheerfully about fuck knows what. I wasn't listening. When we got to the pond she took of her t-shirt and shorts revealing a bright red bikini. I started to slowly take of my jeans and t-shirt myself. Not having packed any swimming trunks I had to make do with my boxers. She rushed into the water and threw herself into a swim while waiting for me to join her. I took my time undressing and stood for a while in just my boxers watching her while she called and waved at me to join her. I was not with arousal I stood there watching her splash around in the water but more with discontent. This was not how I had wanted to spend the day. I had the feeling that her presence would completely destroy my plans for the summer. I wasn't wrong in my assumption. What I didn't know at the time was that her presence only made my summer all the much better than anything I could ever have planned. After a while I joined her in the water and as I walked into the lake she started splashing water at me with a playful giggle. I splashed back, playfully at first but then as I got closer I grabbed her and roughly pushed her down under the water. I let go immediately but in the seconds that passed before her head reappeared above the surface I felt my cock stiffen and the sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before. From that moment everything changed. I thought to myself: If I play this right it might actually be a good summer after all. When she came back up I laughed as if it was just a joke and gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before I pushed her under again and this time my cock grew to a full erection. I didn't let go immediately like the first time but let her struggle a bit. When she came back up she giggled as if to say: Okay. I'll play along. She splashed even more water at me. I smiled and made pretend it was all in good fun and started chasing her in the water. It went on like that for maybe a good ten minutes, during which I on at least two occasions pushed her under again and felt that sensation of sexual excitement surge through my body. The third time I caught her I pushed her under and kept her under a good while longer than before. I felt her struggle to resurface and that alone was almost enough to make me cum. I let her come up for air and before pushing her down again I told her this time I wouldn't let her up before she took my cock out of my boxers. She started saying something but before she could I had her head under water again. She struggled a bit while I watched her through the clear water and saw the pleading panic in her eyes. I shook my head at her and soon enough I felt her hand reaching for my cock and pulling it out of my boxers. I let her up for air and laughed at her embarrassment. "Hey, what's the big idea," she said. "Jerk it," I said. She blushed and started to protest a little so I pushed her under again but didn't keep her down, just as a reminder. When she came back up I didn't laugh. I just repeated what I had told her to do. By now she started to look a little scared which only served to increase my arousal and her face was all red with embarrassment and I'm fairly certain that beneath the water on her face there were tears forming in her eyes but she did reach for my cock and started to jerk it slowly under the water. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensation of her hand awkwardly moving back and forth on my cock. It was so much better than I could ever have imagined it would be during the playful part of the game. Needless to say it didn't take long before I shot a load of cum into the water. After I had cum I pushed her away, pulled my boxers up and headed for land. She followed me and as I sat down on a rock digging around in my jeans for the pack of cigarettes I had stolen from mum's suitcase and a lighter she came up to me and shook her head so the water splashed all over me. "You know you could've just asked," she said. I didn't reply. I just lit the cigarette and turned to face the pond. She sat down in the grass beside me not really knowing what to do I suppose. "Had you just asked," she said after a while, "I might even have taken it in my mouth." I still didn't reply but made a mental note of her eagerness to please. It started to dawn on me that maybe she even had a crush on me. That would certainly work to my advantage. She poked me in the back. "Hey. I'm talking to you." Very slowly I turned to face her but didn't reply. All I could think about at that time was how good it would probably feel right at that very moment to slap her face hard enough to make her cry. "I said," she started. "I heard you the first time," I interrupted coldly. She looked at me and I have to admit I did hesitate for a few seconds before I slapped her face, hard. She pulled away a bit and looked at me with surprise. I pulled down my boxers and showed her that my cock had got hard again, from slapping her face. "Take it in your mouth then," I said and put out my cigarette against the rock. She blushed and touched her cheek where I had slapped her. "All you had to do was ask," she repeated but moved closer to me. "Where's the fun in that?" I replied. "Do it or I'll hit you again." I could sense her hesitation and I believe that for a brief moment she was quite close to getting up and run back to her parents' cottage to squeal on me. Instead she grabbed my cock and started to jerk it slowly as she leaned in to kiss and lick its head. No more had her lips wrapped themselves around my cockhead before I came again. She gagged as the cum shot down her throat and I laughed at her as her face wrinkled as if she had just sucked the juice from a lemon. I got up and went over to some bushes and pissed before getting dressed and heading back to the cottage for lunch. As I walked away I told her I would be expecting her tomorrow morning for another "swim". She nodded and looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming bus. As I walked back to the cottage my cock stiffened again just thinking about what had just happened. I stopped behind some bushes just before I reached the cottage and jerked off again, recalling in my mind the sensation when my hand had struck Miranda's face, the surprise in her eyes, the embarrassment when she jerked me off in the pond. These memories haunted me the rest of the day and I had to jerk at least four more times before going to bed and before I could sleep I rubbed my cock between mum's bared butt cheeks while I stroked her bushy cunt. She moaned in her sleep. Between her moans and the memories of Miranda's face when I slapped her I shot my load all over mum's back. The next day I got up early, made myself a sandwich for breakfast and some more sandwiches for later. I then went outside, had breakfast and read for about an hour before I started to expect Miranda to show up or maybe I should say that I hoped she would show up. I was actually a bit unsure if she would or not and even more unsure of what I should do if she didn't. Should I go to her and invite her for a swim. I was quite sure she hadn't told her parents what had happened since I hadn't heard anything from them or from mum about it. Just after ten mum came out too with a cup of coffee and a sandwich and asked if I had any plans for today. I nodded. About an hour later I saw Miranda coming down the path. I smiled, went inside and packed the sandwiches I had made I told mum not to expect me for lunch because me and Miranda was going to have a picnic down by the pond. Mum nodded and said it was good that I had made a friend to spend the summer with. I nodded. Boldly I took Miranda by the hand and we went down to the pond. She walked in silence a step or two behind me and as we drew closer to the pond I could feel her embarrassment growing as well as her nervousness about what might happen once we got there. My cock was already getting hard in my jeans from the sensation of her embarrassment and obvious submission, though at the time I had no concept of what that meant. As soon as we were out of range from mum I made sure to let Miranda know the state my cock was in by placing her hand on my crotch. She blushed and shyly asked if I wanted her to help me with it. I nodded in reply and lit a cigarette. She started to fumble around with my zipper but I shook my head at her. "When we get to the pond, you stupid bitch." I spat in her face and grabbed her hand when she tried to pull it away. I shook my head and she kept her hand on my crotch the rest of the way down to the pond so she could feel my cock growing and throbbing at her touch, not leaving any doubt what so ever as to what I expected from her. When we got to the pond Miranda quietly took my cock out and started to jerk it. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face close to mine looking straight into her eyes, reading the shame emanating from them as I felt my orgasm drawing closer I spat in her face and yanked her head back, slapped her hard on the face twice and shot my load uncontrollably all over her clothes. She covered her face with her hands and pulled away sobbing. She looked a bit scared and she probably considered running off back to her parents to tell them what had just happened. I lit another cigarette and let my eyes wander from her to some birds taking off across the pond. Soon her sobbing stopped and not long after she took off her shorts and t-shirt revealing the same bright red bikini as the day before. I told her I didn't feel like playing in the water but said it was okay if she went for a swim. She did and I sat there on the small rock smoking and watching her in the water. I hadn't really made any plans about what to do when she got out of the water, although this morning just as the morning before when I went out back for my morning piss I had pretended it was Miranda's face receiving my piss, splashing all over that pale freckled face and her fiery red hair. It had made me so hard and it felt so good when I jerked myself off afterwards. I just had to figure out how to do it. Probably with some amount of force I reckoned but that would probably just make it all that much better. When she came back out of the water, her hair dripping wet and the bikini almost see-through as the sun caught it, she looked nervously at me but said nothing. She towelled off her hair and sat down on the blanket I had brought. I let her dry off for a while before I unbuttoned my jeans and took my cock out. I said nothing but let her know with a nod what I expected her to do. Hesitantly she came closer rested her head on my shoulder and started jerking me. "Do you want to see my tits?" she asked and looked up at me. I nodded and she slowly undid her bikini top revealing a pair of breasts so small and budding they were little more than puffy nipples. I looked at them for a while and then reached out and pinched one of her nipples. She gave a noise that was half a moan and half an ouch. I smiled at her and pinched the other nipple, a little harder this time. I kept pinching her nipples harder and harder as she jerked my cock and watched her face wrinkle as I started using my nails. It felt so good but I wanted to shoot my cum into her mouth again and see her gag on it and that expression of disgust and embarrassment afterwards so when I felt I was getting close I grabbed her hair and pulled her face down to my crotch. She opened her mouth almost a bit too willingly I remember thinking with a smile. I thrust my cock deep into her mouth and humped her face for a few seconds before I exploded. I felt her throat contracting as she gagged but I didn't let go until I had completely emptied my balls. It felt so good when her cramping throat milked my cock dry. I let go of her head and she dropped onto all four breathlessly coughing up my cum. When she looked at me her face was covered in tears and silently her eyes betrayed her desperation for affection. I pulled my jeans up again and took out the sandwiches I had made. She still had a little cum dripping from her lips when I gave her one of the sandwiches and poured her a cup of coffee. As we ate she kept looking at me as if she was working up the courage to ask me something but didn't know how to say it. After we had finished our lunch and she still hadn't found the words to ask what she wanted to ask I grabbed her hair again and pulled her close. "Do you like sucking my cock?" I asked her. She blushed but nodded. I slapped her face and when she opened her mouth to give a little cry I spat in her mouth. "Show me how much you like it slut," I said and pushed her face down towards my crotch again. She quickly unbuttoned my jeans and got busy sucking me. She was starting to learn how to do it right. This time while she sucked me I leaned over her and whispered in her ear what fantasies I'd been having about her, about the tripping her so she fell and the peeing in her hair. When I told her the fantasies I think I saw real fear in her eyes for the first time. She stopped sucking me and tried to pull away but I kept her head firmly in place and let some spit dribble down into her hair as I thrust my cock deep into her throat. She soon gave in and I felt her hand on my balls. I let her suck me a while before I pushed her away so hard she fell over and rolled down the slope towards the pond. I was on top of her as soon as she landed on her back, tearing the bikini bottoms to the side and penetrating her cunt with one hard thrust while I covered her mouth to keep her from screaming. Much later she told me that before that day she had been a virgin. I never told her that so had I. It was all over in a minute and then I stood up watching my cum drip out of her cunt. She was crying and the tears made me even more aroused but before I did anything else I aimed my cock at her head and fulfilled the fantasy I had been jerking off to that morning. I pissed all over her. She reacted, of course, but said nothing, tried to crawl away and shield herself but it wasn't really like she was seriously trying to get away. It was more like she was giving in. When my bladder was empty I squatted down in front of her face and waved my once more hard cock in it. I didn't make her suck or jerk me but I jerked off and came on her piss soaked face. "Now you're my little slut aren't you?" I whispered to her. Slowly, with tears flowing down her face, she nodded and as I stood back up I told her to get up and go wash herself off in the pond. I suppose when suck comes to blow there is only one word to describe what happened that day between us, rape but I just didn't care. I was so turned on by how she had been letting me treat her like a piece of shit good for nothing fuck toy to satisfy my perverted pleasures, more or less willingly. It's not like she had actually protested or said no at any time leading up to me pinning her to the ground and thrusting my cock into her virgin cunt. Confessions of Depravity Ch. 02 June 1989 (Miranda: epilogue.) I was sitting on the porch reading listening to Joy Divisions Unknown Pleasures when Miranda came around the bend in the road between our cabin and the one her parents had rented. She had dolled herself up in a pale green summer dress with pink flowers on it like a silly little princess for dinner and looked excruciatingly happy about having been invited. She even wore a little bit of make up in an attempt to make herself prettier. She had picked flowers for mom on her way over too. Who did she think she was my girlfriend? Stupid bitch. Mom of course adored the flowers and told us to go sit on the porch and talk or maybe go for a walk if we wanted to. Dinner would be another twenty minutes. I went out to the porch, sat down and returned to my book and music. Miranda tried to start a conversation but I gave her a look to shut her up and ignored her, at least I did until mum came out and told me to at least try to be a bit friendly now that Miranda had made the effort to come over for dinner. With a sigh I took off the headphones and put away the book. Miranda was sitting next to me and when mom had gone back inside she bit her lip and mumbled, "Sorry." Then she asked me what I'd been listening to. I hesitated for a while before handing her the headphones and pressed play on the Walkman. She listened for a while and smiled. "Intense," she said and nodded her head. I pulled the headphones off her and got up. I'd had an idea. "Let's go for a walk!" I walked off the porch, hands in my jeans and she followed me. I found it quite interesting in many ways how she followed me around like an attention-starved puppy despite the way I treated her. Later it was to become my first major realisation of just how many women there are in this world who loves a misogynist, at the time though I didn't even know what a misogynist was. I walked around the house to the stone where I had made a habit of taking my morning piss. I told her that every morning when I emptied my bladder there I imagine it was her face, turned upwards to receive my dark golden stream of piss with eyes and mouth open. She gasped a little when I grabbed her by the hair and started to force her to her knees. Desperately she shook her head and her eyes begged me not to do it. She made no effort to get up though. I took my cock out and stood over her. "Suck it bitch!" I said and gave it two strokes before slapping it against her lips. Her lips parted willingly, perhaps even thankfully because I had decided to not piss on her and ruin her having dinner with mom and me. I was tempted but I'd never hear the end of mom's question about why Miranda had left. I fucked her mouth slow and deep at first then faster and faster, wanting to take as much time as I had on my hands before mom would call for us. Miranda's eyes teared up and drooled as my cock invaded her mouth quite harshly. She leaned forward as much as she could to avoid getting any of the drool on her dress. I don't know how long I managed to hold out, fucking her face for as long as I did but I didn't finish until I heard mom calling our names. I pushed my cock all the way down Miranda's throat and shot my load before pushing her aside. She coughed up most of the cum and used some leaves to wipe her face. While she cleans herself up as much as she can with just leaves I let her know that after dinner I Will take her back to the stone and piss on her before fucking her ass again. She closes her eyes and nods. I raise my hand as if to slap her face and laughs when she flinches. When we got back to the porch where mom had set the table for three Miranda excuses herself and asks to use the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Mom smiles and winks at her as it is obvious from Miranda's dishevelled clothes and hair that we've had "a bit of fun" while we were gone. As we waited for Miranda to return mom smiled at me and said, "I knew you two would get along nicely." I just shrugged casually and started plating up some mashed potatoes and meatloaf. Mom gave me a look as if to say that it was rude to start before the guest had sat down at the table and been served. I didn't care much and started to eat. When Miranda came back she sat down quietly opposite me and mom served her a large plate of mash and meatloaf with some gravy on the side. Mom probably thought she was a bit on the skinny side and needed to eat more. The conversation that followed was pretty awkward with mom asking all kinds of nosey questions, me sighing with annoyed boredom and Miranda awkwardly trying her best to answer mom's questions without annoying me too much. Still the overall feeling from mom and Miranda was that they both seemed to think of Miranda as my girlfriend. I just wanted to slap them both hard across the face and make them fucking eat each other out while I fucked them both in the ass one after the other. I finished my dinner quickly and without a word got up, grabbed my walkman and walked off. I went to the back of the house and sat down on a tree stump waiting for Miranda to finish pretending to be my girlfriend. I lit a cigarette and put my headphones on. I managed to get through the rest of Unknown Pleasures and all of Closer which was on the flipside of the cassette before Miranda finally did show up. She looked a little scared when she saw me sitting there just waiting for her. "Your mom wanted me to tell you that she thinks that was very rude of you to just walk off like that when you were having guests." The words came in a low hesitant whisper accompanied by a single tear making its way down her left cheek. I shrugged and pointed to the piss stone. Miranda closed her eyes and started to cry. "Please," she said "Please I can suck you hard and then you can fuck my ass for as long as you want to, just please don't make me drink your piss." This was the first time she had said anything that resembled a no since that first day by the pond. I got up and walked towards her. "Strip bitch!" The tone of my voice was harsh and annoyed. Still crying Miranda slipped her dress off and folded it neatly before laying it down on the ground. She was actually wearing a bra underneath it, as if she needed one. Her tits were barely more than fried eggs. She took it off and folded it too before placing it on top of the dress. Lastly she slid out of her cotton panties and placed them on top of the pile too. She looked at me nervous, wanting to cover herself but not really daring to. I crushed the cigarette against a tree and slapped her across the face. "On your knees bitch!" She dropped to her knees and starting to rub my crotch with both hands. I took my cock out. Her lips parted to receive it and then closed tightly around the shaft. I started to fuck her mouth deep. She gagged and cramped as usual but I kept going, my hands firmly on the back of her head keeping her from pulling away. Just like I did before dinner I pushed my cock as deep as it could go into her throat when I shot my load, except this time I didn't pull out. I closed my eyes and waited for that tingling sensation of the bladder starting to overflow. I pulled out just a little leaving the head of my cock still inside her mouth and relaxed my muscles. She gagged so hard she almost threw up when the piss hit the back of her mouth. Her eyes looked up at me filled with shock, shame and disgust. I smiled and dribbled a big gob of spit right into one of her eyes. I told her while still pissing into her mouth that I didn't care what she wanted to do or not and added that I had at least been nice enough to let her take her clothes off so they didn't get ruined. And oh right, I was still going to fuck her ass after I was done pissing. Her entire body was cramping and she did actually throw up just before I was done. As I let go of her and pulled out she fell onto all four, coughing up piss and throwing up again. Her face was a complete mess which I hoped would teach her not to wear any fucking make up even though I had to admit that the running mascara and smeared lipstick did look kind of sexy on her but that was beside the point. I didn't want her to be "pretty for me" because that meant that I accepted her as my girlfriend and I was sure as hell not about to do that. No matter what mom or she thought. I sat back down on the tree stump and lit another cigarette watching her throw up and cry. It got me hard again. After a few minutes she looked up at me with her messed up face and shame in her eyes. She bit her lip nervously. She knew that we were not done and submissively crawled over to me on all four. She leaned up against my legs and placed her head almost affectionately in my lap. I smiled and couldn't resist stroking her hair as if I was petting a cat or a dog. Again I felt that she could deserve a bit of affection after having just served as a urinal and before getting fucked up the ass like a whore. I offered her a cigarette and she accepted it. We sat there for quite a while and smoked. I kept stroking her fiery red hair like a pet. It was surprisingly soft to the touch. I wanted to ask her why she put up with all the things I did to her, with how I treated her like a piece of shit. I didn't though. Maybe I didn't really want to know. Maybe I was afraid asking would open up a can of worms that neither of us would be able to put the lid back on afterwards. After we had smoked two cigarettes each I pushed her down to the ground, turned her onto her belly and straddled her legs. I pinned her down to the ground with one arm and guided my cock into her ass with the other. It wasn't as tight as it had been before but it still resisted the invasion. I fucked her quick and hard, covering her mouth to muffle her cries. It was over within five minutes. I pulled out just before I came and shot my load all over her ass and back. When I was done I stood back up, buttoned up my jeans, grabbed my Walkman and went back to the porch to deal with mom. Miranda got up slowly and got dressed before heading back to her parents' cottage. I watched her walk awkwardly along the path that ran between the two cottages for a while. I knew she'd be back for more in the morning. Confessions of Depravity Had she not wanted it she would have run away and stayed away after the first time I made her jerk me in the water, told her parents about it, wouldn't she? So I can only assume that the bitch enjoyed it. And yes even after the second day she still came back for more. Every day of that vacation she came back for more and every day I found new ways to humiliate her. A week later she came over as usual and for some reason mum thought it would be a good idea to invite her to join us for dinner after we'd been to the pond. I shot mum an angry look behind her back and shook my head at Miranda hoping she'd be smart enough to decline but the little bitch just smiled and said she'd love to. We went down to the pond as usual and I was steaming with anger. I didn't want that fucking cunt sitting across the table from me making small talk with mum. Who the fuck did she think she was. Fucking queen of Egypt or something? I didn't say a word and when she kneeled down to unbutton my jeans I slapped her so hard she fell over backwards. "So you wanna come to dinner with mum and me huh?" Hesitantly she nodded and stroked her face. "Turn over then bitch!" She looked at me nervously and confused but started to turn around with her back towards me. I jumped her and pushed her down flat on her chest. I tore off her sweat shorts not caring if I ripped them, pulled out my cock and started rubbing it between her tight tiny buttocks. "Here's the deal bitch. You let me fuck you up the ass and you can come to dinner; or you can go to hell. Your choice bitch." She gasped for air and I wish I could have seen her eyes flare up with shock and humiliation at the proposal. She nodded and bit her lip bracing her herself as I aimed my cock at her tight pink asshole. My cock wasn't all that big back then but her asshole was tight as hell and resisted penetration for a long time. I wasn't about to give up so I kept pushing. She sobbed and cried and when I finally pressed my cock past her sphincter she started to scream and I had to cover her mouth. I didn't want to attract any attention to us. Her body started to writhe with pain and it wasn't long before I shot off a load into her intestines. I pulled out and got off her. She curled up in a foetal position, sobbing almost uncontrollably. I lit a cigarette and started to piss all over her. She barely flinched when the piss hit her face. I left her there and went for a swim. I don't know how much later she joined me in the water but when she did she kissed me. I accepted her kiss as a gift thinking she had actually deserved a bit of affection after what she had just let me do to her. We swam side by side for a while before heading back to the shore. We got dressed and walked back towards the cottages side by side. "We usually eat at 8. Don't be too early," I said as we parted ways, and went back to the cottage where mum was already busy preparing dinner.