I say girl because she was just 24 and looked even younger than that. She was very short and had a petite frame. At 5’3″ she still looked like ano...her high school student and could easily pass as one. But only a few days after the marriage, my father was promoted and had to immediately leave for Britain.I felt sad as my father caught his flight, but my animal instincts made me feel gleeful at the prospect of being alone with my new mom. My mom was a very naïve and looked after me as her real. I’m your bitch whore. Fuck me sir. Take my arse. Use me as your’ cum dump. Rape my arse and breed me’ I called out again egging him on. Suddenly I felt him tense up, drive himself deep into my bowels and then I felt him spasm. In my gut I could feel blast after blast of him semen coating my insides. I knew then that I really was his bitch whore. His to use as he saw fit. A cum guzzling, cock sucking, bitch whore slut for him to use as a receptacle for his sperm. After a few moments he managed. I certainly wasn't going to point out I wasn't even driving when I was a freshman!As we sat there watching our friends enjoy the evening a melancholy feeling crept up on me. A big chapter of our lives was drawing to a close and whatever came next was going to involve a lot of changes.Cindy and Greg walked over, looking about the same as we did."Well," Greg said, "it's done. No more late nights and weekends spent backstage while all our friends are out having fun." Was he trying to convince. On this particular night I was on top of Cindy fucking her hard. She was grabbing my ass, trying to pull my cock in even deeper. As Cindy adjusted her grip on my ass, I felt her right hand gab my whole cheek and her middle finger touching my hole. Sensing no resistance, Cindy moved her finger tip onto my hole and began rubbing it in circles. Hearing me gasp in pleasure at this sensation she asked, "Do you like that?" Uh huh," was all I muttered."How much do you like this?" A lot. I love it!"She.