The butt plug,bright blue in color contrasted sharply against the whiteness of her ass cheeks.He pushed it in deep. A soft grunt was forced out of her... He pushed again.And again. And again. Each thrust harder, more violent, tormenting her, drivingher hard into the carpet, forcing her to cry out. He wanted her to cry, toyell, to react to him. He pulled the plug out and she groaned. He watched her,pressed against the carpet, her body heaving up and down as again she foughtfor control. Her pussy. Their first game of pool Katie decided to consider their warm-up game, since she played absolutely horribly. Brian beat her easily, and she was discouraged – she had been hoping to at least play decently tonight, so she had a chance. The next game, though, was better. Katie had warmed up a bit and was shooting a little better than before. It was a tied game at the end, both of them shooting for the eight ball, when Brian finally sunk it – in the wrong pocket. The score was now tied, one to one.. It’s broken open inside me. I need to get it sowed shut.” Ean chuckled very softly. “It’s ok. I’m just bigger than your hairbrush, that’s all.” “I don’t understand,” I cried. I wanted him to tell me what was happening. He was so calm. I was going insane with my explanations on what was happening. He was older than me, lots smarter. “You’re hymen; it’s a ring of skin inside you. You must have just broke or sliced a little tear in it before. Now, well, now you ripped the whole thing apart.. . but I found it good, after all I have been fantasizing about older men, but not my dad. And then it happened. And that was my first."I think that if the writer was really trying to 'make up' a story that it would have included the most important thing that an author of eroticism is trying to convey. The sex!I notified her that there was no way that I could help her write her story without this information. After many encouraging emails we ended up with the following story. I debated whether.