As the pain-pleasure sensations increased, Marilyn felt fresh tears rush to her eyes,but at the same time she was unable to stop the soft gyrations of...her hips squirmingup and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed. It wasn't the pain that madeher want to cry, but the sudden shocking and devastating realization that in spite ofall the perversion, in spite even of the pain, the idea of being fucked in the rectum,debased and humiliated to the limits of warped sex, was beginning to appeal to. I had feelings, yeah, but I knew it wasn't true love; it was just infatuation and lust. Sure, I wanted to have sex with him. I'd had three boyfriends but I'd never done it, that's the thing. I'd let my last boyfriend steal third one night when I feeling especially good, but that had been a one time deal and it had frightened me a little. He had long fingers and a lot of energy, so I'd distracted him with what had become my own unique method of birth control, at least that's what I'd told my. She started moaning and grunting wildly, like a stuck pig. All the while, the sounds of the “slap, slap, slap” of Dario’s gargantuan balls smacking against Catherine’s wet fanny filled the room. He grabbed her big, sweaty breasts, one in each massive hand, and used them to lift her plump frame up, so their fasces were inches apart.. He started whispering in her ear, eliciting short responses; one word, a few words, sometime just a grunt. John couldn’t hear what Dario was saying, but he made out. He looked at me with a playful grin on his face, and for the first time I realized what a handsome man he was, a rough but handsome man, with those hazel eyes and dark brown hair, and that unshaven manly face. I would guess he was in his early thirties and was a really muscular man, really intimidating in that spiked leather jacket, and he had something like a tribal tattoo escaping from the collar of the shirt, up the neck. What are you thinking about? He asked as he saw me completely relaxed.