"Come on, give it to me! Oh, God, I want a hard cock up my asshole now! I want to feel a big fat prick stretching my asshole wide and coming right in ...y ass!" You won't have very long to wait, you bitch," Pete said.The nude boy got on the bed with Susan. He was kneeling right behind her, looking at her red ass and her tight asshole. He started to play with her beautiful ass, sliding his hands over it.Her flesh was soft and silky. And he was reaching between Susan's legs and playing with her. Dressed to the nines: sequins and lace and sheer silks. Shoes that cost hundreds, with a heel that I can barely walk in (let alone dance in) but without which the look would be incomplete. Because the point is not function. The point is the form and fit.It's like a hundred other events. Premieres, thousand-a-plate political dinners, grand-re-openings of whatever building has been newly renovated this year. It's like them all, and I'm not even sure what this one is celebrating, only that I have. .."As I read the poem, Song to Celia by Ben Jonson, I watched Megan from the corner of my eye. Her eyes were closed as she listened to my words, a smile playing across her parted lips."... Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee."There was moment of silence before Megan spoke,"That was beautiful"I found I couldn't stop from returning her smile of pleasure and happiness."I'm glad you liked it"Sitting together we talked about the cove and the countryside around us. I'm. " It was hard to think of any reason why he shouldn't have his way. I couldn't help but stare down at his beautiful beast. It had to be eight inches long and at least two inches in diameter. He would kill me if he tried to fuck me with that. "But?" he whispered as he made my hand stroke him. I could only stare in wonder at his beautiful cock as I stroked. "You'll take my cock like a good girl, won't you? Where ever I say, it goes. If not, well..." he gave a little shrug as he trailed off. I.