After I'd had Miss Johnson (my teacher from school) my confidence was sky-high.I'd raped two women now, both older than my 18 years, and had got away ...cot-freeeach time. I felt invincible but also vaguely dissatisfied. Although I'd useda vibrator on my teacher I felt it lacked something. From my growing collectionof lesbian bondage mags I began to get the idea of getting a strap-on dildoand actually fucking my next victim. Like all my ideas once the seed was planted it began to grow with. The one my daughter had enjoyed.“Becky!” she gasped as my face nuzzled between butt-cheeks. I could just reach her asshole. My tongue flicked across it. She gasped, her body shuddering as I tasted her sour musk. “Oh, no, you don't want my snatch.”“Oh, I do,” I moaned, my nose nuzzling in the bottom of her pussy, her spicy musk filling my nostrils with every inhalation. Her silky pubic hair caressed me. “I just want to give you a real treat.”She gasped as I rimmed her asshole. My tongue danced. " All of this only made Ethan even more apprehensive. He gulped, briefly considering trying to run, but knowing that there was no where to go. Instead, he just stared down at his feet, feeling completely humiliated. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked quietly. "I'm going to make you a little less troublesome." Was McGreuter's answer. Before Ethan could figure out what McGreuter meant by that answer, he could feel the platform underneath him humming again. Once again the humming filled. I'm reaching for him, sobbing, pleading, wanting him back, wanting him to fill me and make me whole again. Then I feel him nestling into my arse, his head pushing tentatively against the brown star of my anus, positioning himself. I wriggle a bit, feel his head start to stretch my opening, push myself onto him making sure that he's mine and then for an instant we are both still.He lowers his face down until it is but a few inches above mine, finds my wrists with his hands and pins them together.