It's pretty bad and at least an hour away

Taking the train, you and Daniel begin the trip to his place. You're not sure what to expect and he isn't telling you much, but as you look out the train's windows you see yourself leaving the city limits. An hour later, pretty much everything around you is farmland and you realize that you two are the only passengers left. After arriving in the middle of nowhere, it's another half an hour of walking down a dirt road along fields of wheat before you see a house in the distance, the sun already setting.

Before getting to enter, you see an older man in front of the run-down shag who tilts his straw hat to you as you enter. It was surreal. There's a couple dogs sleeping on the ground while Daniel guides you through the neglected corridors into his room, where things finally begin to look a little more modern again. There's a TV, a desk with a computer, and... a single person bed with some kind of anime bed covers, some red-haired anime chick in a bikini. As you look back up, you notice multiple anime posters, making the whole room look geeky even by your standards. "Yeah it's not much but it's home," he explains as he rudely gives you a bump forward and closes the door behind you.

"I think I'll just go to sleep," you state matter of factly as you awkwardly approach his bed, lift the covers and get comfortable. Unfortunately for you, Daniel seemed to be pretty bad at understanding body language, and you can hear him undressing behind you before he joins you in bed under the covers and begins pressing himself snugly against you.

Without warning, his hand slides down to your skirt and lifts it up. You're tempted to slap his hand away and put him in place, but frankly, you're in the middle of nowhere, you don't know anyone, and you really badly needed a roof over your head. You reluctantly decide to stay still.

Just then, you feel his fingers exploring your privates, his touch roaming over your crotchless panties and delicately prodding your vagina as if it would break when getting touched more firmly. He's beginning to advance more quickly however as without even bothering with foreplay, something slightly thicker begins to pressure your pussy lips. You feel him clumsily trying to push inside but without success, so he awkwardly thrusts against your thighs. Almost out of pity, you raise your leg up slightly, and after a few more pathetic attempts he finds his target and enters your body.

He moans weakly immediately, making you wonder if somehow you managed to injure him. He's holding still however, with just the tip of his appendage inside of you from what you can tell. Another thirty seconds pass and he simply withdraws without saying a word. Of course you're confused, so you reach down to gingerly touch your labia and… nothing. You dip your fingertip into your slit and then you feel it, a single glob of something slippery. Too tired to deal with it, you wipe it off on your pussy lips and close your eyes, assuming that your temporary 'friend' was doing the same behind you.

Half an hour later, you slowly wake up to find yourself slightly short on breath. As your senses begin returning to you, it's easy to tell why. You somehow had moved onto your back while asleep, and now on top of you, was the scrawny teenager that you were sharing the bed with. That's... disturbing. Reaching down to your crotch, you intend to check if your Nuvaring was at least still in place. There was the faint sensation of something, but you didn't want to take any risks with your yound body. However, as you fiddle around between your two bodies and touch the side of your pussy lips, you feel that your entrance was blocked by your lover's dick, wedged safely in there while his ball sack was resting against the lower parts of your vag. In an attempt to push him out, you try to squeeze your vaginal muscles, engaging whatever you know of kegels, and as reward... you feel his testicles contracting a couple times. Perhaps half a minute later, you feel just a little bit wetter inside, and a little more degraded.