Joanna was writhing wildly on the bed, her hands working between her legs, feeling so hot she thought she would pass out. She pulled her nightie from her body, tearing it in the process but not caring. She was now naked on her own bed, fingering her pussy as she remembered what Dave had done to her. A mixture of excitement and shame tore through her. She knew that she was acting sinful, like a whore, a slut without shame, but she couldn't help it.

If anyone could see her now, they would know how wicked and evil she was, but the demands of her gorgeous body were simply too strong.

That night, she had become hoarse as she alternately screamed and whimpered, sobbing as her boyfriend licked and sucked her widely spread pussy in the most obscene manner possible. Joanna knew that she should be ashamed of herself as she remembered that night, but instead she was highly aroused, excited again at the passion which had been released in her young body.

Keeping her pinned against the ladder, he had then ripped open his pants with one hand, the other holding her up, exposing his prick. Once again, the quiet calmness of the lake was shattered by the scream of the young teen girl as he thrust his cock inside of her heated and wet cunt, forcing her flesh aside as his prick sought the heated wet depths of her tender body.

Joanna had wrapped her legs around his waist as Dave began pounding up inside of her, driving her body against the hard, unyielding metal of the ladder. Undoubtedly she would be bruised later, but she hadn't cared. That night she had been more excited than at any time in her young life. Feeling the huge prick ripping and plundering deep into the liquid wetness of her body had completely wrecked her mind. She had rutted just like an animal, a bitch in heat!

She had felt like the most wicked woman in the world. Nakedly spread in public, screaming and sobbing as a man made love to her…no, she said to herself…had fucked her!