Like a rutting bull, he fucked me hard and slapped my ass hard with his hand. His energy had me cumming again in no time.Then he pulled out and said, ...Time for me to tap your sweet white ass."I didn't say anything, but I'd never had anal sex before.He rubbed something on his cock and up my ass with a finger. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my rose bud. Slowly he pressed with his rock solid cock. I could feel my sphincter muscle being forced open and being stretched by that. Was this her way of paying me back? Or was this a real accident like I had faked so many times before. I wasn't sure. So I asked her if she wanted a drink to see her reaction. Without even lifting up her head, she said sure. As I walked towards her to hand the beer, I couldn't help but stare between her legs. And I felt my cock tenting in my soaking wet trunks. She lifted her head and gave me a smile as I handed her the drink. Then she glanced down at my crotch, smirked to herself, and took a. She was sitting at the table with her hands covering her eyes trying to stop the tears from flowing. Bart let the dispatch center know we were ok and would be awhile. We all sat at the table and Bart asked Marcy if she still had the book that Mark had brought home. Marcy went for the book as the rest of us sat silently at the table. When she returned and handed it to Bart he passed it to me. I looked for the bent page and read the underlined part of the story. It was all there, just like Marcy. The previous day, like many others I had arrived home from school, horny. I had began by searching the laundry hamper, looking for some of her underwear, but the hamper was empty. Next I tried her drawers, the top drawer, full of her lingerie, jerking my self off as I explored the scents, the textures, the softness, silkiness, rubbing her panties against my face, rubbing my cock with the colourful collection. Imagining what they looked like if she was wearing them. The scent of her clean.