After some time, my whole tool went in and I held it there till her pain reduced. Then after a while, I slowly began thrusting again. Her pain turned ...nto pleasures and she started moaning loudly.I increased my pace as she began moaning even more, but her pussy was bleeding. She was moaning and asking me to fuck her harder and to tear her pussy apart. I increased the pace and after some time she again started to beg to tear her pussy lips apart.After a couple of minutes, she had a huge orgasm. “Do you realize where I’ll be putting that thing?” he inquired.“Yes, Mac, I’m willing to be your bitch,” I retorted.I had always been sexually attracted to men, but in those days that was tantamount to heresy. I had, therefore, always refrained from any sexual encounters, however hard pressed by other males, for fear of being exposed as a sodomite. Mac now leaned over and began kissing me. It was very gentle and loving.Next, lifting his head he looked at me and said, “Now I’m the one who’s. I heard one say hey check that out as we walked past, but that was it.We sat there, the waitress brought our coffee. I noticed that the one guy sitting facing us was glancing down at Sharon's legs under the table, he would have a clear view.I looked down at Sharon's skirt, it was pulled down almost to her knees. "Peek?" I whispered. She looked at me and then the guy, an older fellow around 40 or so. Then she reached down and pretended to scratch her leg, moving her hemline up about halfway in. They came, but you killed them while I was forced to watch. You killed my family, my friends, my angels, my saviors. I watched them fall, crumble, and break. I heard them call out for me. They screamed, they cried, they whispered with their last dying breath. One voice stood out from the rest, for I had never heard the sorrow and the pain from which my name was screamed, the last voice of my family, the strongest one. You crushed them, you broke them, it was the first time they had ever failed..