Now."My hands on her hips. Pulled them up and back. Legs a little apart. Slid right into her wetness. No more easy stuff now, it was straight fucking,...and she loved it. She told me so. Slamming her, pounding her. Until I filled her, spurting again and again.A moment lying on top of her, quiet, savoring, then it was back to the shower. Quick rinse. Shave. A little shoving as we angled to get the best light in front of the mirror.Stream of babble from Alison's room. For a kid who doesn't speak. I stand her up and remove her shorts and her thong. She is standing in front of me naked. I look up and down her body. It may be compact but it is well put together. I pull her on top of me and start to bite her lips. She bites back. I move to her neck and bite her neck leaving a couple of marks. She is breathing heavy now and is fumbling with my shirt. I roll her off me and get up to remove my clothes. “Let me!” She groans. There is naked lust in her eyes. She unbuttons my shirt and rips it. She leaned forward so Grant could suck her tits and I took this opportunity to get my own hard on out and try and ease it in her very tiny asshole. I spit on her ass and pushed the head against her little brown hole. I put my hand on her back and begged her to relax her muscles. Anita stopped bouncing onto Grant’s dick and I felt her little anal hole open just a little for me. I was able to get the head started in. It took a minute to get in far enough so she could start rocking on Grant's cock. If it were known that he was used goods now—many times over—there was no telling what his father would do with him. It might be a common brothel just to get him away from the family’s dinner table. It might be more of the same Cotta had just received—just not from men as fit as these gladiators were. In some ways, Cotta could feel some pleasure from this. It was what he had become inclined to and was being trained for. Even if he was going to the priesthood, he would be lying under men—other,.