I felt him spit on my hole and then he spat again and could here him slicking his cock up. I felt the warmth of his cock head as it neared my hole. He...rubbed it up and down my crack and I felt it pierce my entrance. He thrush his entire cock into me in one powerful thrust and yelped in pain and he fell on top of me and held his cock deep in me. He raised up and started slow strokes in and out. He then was pulling almost out of me and then thrust all his manhood as deep as it would go. He. “Honey, wake up.”She opened her eyes and leapt off the couch into my arms. She kissed me hard.“I’ll make some tea and then go in my room,” Elyse said.I sat down and Kara cuddled next to me. I’d wait until Elyse was done before talking to Kara. Ten minutes later we had our tea and Elyse went off to her room and shut the door. I turned on the stereo to cover our talking, though I would probably share most of what was said with Elyse afterwards because I would probably need to talk to. She rarely had just one boyfriend during the rest of high school ... she preferred to have two or three eager and familiar dicks available. Sometimes for quantity and sometimes for variety.After graduation, her 25-year-old lover/boss at the 7-11 proposed and she decided to see if being a married woman was any good. Her husband liked to party and it didn’t take much weed for her to start banging his buddies while he watched. She divorced him when she found out he was collecting “donations” for. They were doing it."What do you mean, what do I mean 'doing it'? God, do I have to spell it out? He and that hussy, Judy, the divorcee from down the street were having sex. Right in that bed. Our bed. It was a defilement is what it was. We never have sex in that bed. Good beds aren't for that."Where do we have sex, then? What has that got to do with anything? When I can't stand his complaining about it any more, and give in to him, I try to use the spare bedroom. That way I can get up and wash.