The life he let me live was great, but the sex…that was a different story. Back to my ride home. We probably lived a couple kilometres a part, the r...de would usually take me twenty minutes or so. It was already dark when I took off. I only had one light on the front of my bike but it was enough to help me see the road, and get me home safe. I was cruising down an empty street focused ahead of me. I noticed light coming from behind me. A car, the light just got closer and closer but nothing. She had a cute arse that always sat perfectly in her jeans. She had a really good waist and a good bust too. She finished talking about Peter ,her ex-boyfriend that convinced her to move into the house next door with him . Her parents being middle class prudes disowned her when she did as they didn't like Peter . Peter or Punk Pete as he was known was a spotty 19 year old juvinile delinquent with red spikey hair and a safety pin through his left ear . He enjoyed screaming and spitting at people. He shook and she shook as he released a gusher of cum deep into her causing her to have another orgasm. Now both bodies were shaking and moaning with the thrill of the passion. He had sent all his cum onto her and he fell to the bed rolling to his side so as not to crush her and pulling her around and on top of him without letting his cock slip out. Slowly his cock softened and slipped out and it felt so good to them both. She lay on his chest again nearly exhausted but so happy. The. Lube glints on the veins and smooth skin of the impressive piece of meat even as it twitches up and then drops back into the wet mess of lube on the floor.The first thing he remembers after waking up is the site of several men standing over him. The struggle against his bonds, his legs roughly spread wide and up and the sharp, painful pang of penetration followed by the horrid, slippery, sliding sensation as the cruelly curved wooden dildo, generously greased, was pushed deep into his bowels.