He noticed me trying to move away and grabbed me back the back of the neck. “Where do you think you’re going,” he asked and pulled me back squa...e in front of him?I then felt something push between my butt cheeks. “Noooooooooo stoppppp,” I yelled. But he didn’t and I felt something move up and down my crack till it found the entry to my butt. “No please,” I begged and I was stunned when I felt his hand hit me on the side of my head as I felt his cock push into my butt. “Noooooooo,” I cried. The night was supposed to be about hanging out, seeing if we all clicked or not. So, conversation continued. At one point, Laura asked about guns, she said she had grown up in a family with lots of guns, and asked if she could see some. Taking her into the other room, we looked over some rifles, shotguns, she liked the shotgun a lot, then some pistols. Remembering Rachel was hanging out with Terry, I wondered if he had tried to get closer to her. Then to my surprise, they both came into the. My goal of looking like a cheap street whore took shape, now the shoulder length, dark wavy wig and there was the slut twinking back from the mirror. Slipping in a black, very tight, armless, strech top which showed off my rigid nipples and small natural cleavage, I then stripped over a cream coloured , long armed satin blouse and a very short school girl style, red checkered mini skirt. Now a few final touches, fake Perls around the neck, big round clip on earrings, a few cheap rings on the. Though I suppose, since I didn’t shake my head or scream, he probably felt encouraged. At any rate, his hand slid down my body from my breasts and he cupped my pussy. With his other hand he pulled his dick from his fly and rubbed it along the cleft of my ass—up and down, until I was moaning. I honestly couldn’t help myself, Sir. He put his hands on my ass and parted my cheeks before slowly pushing his cock into my pussy—it was already so wet that he could slide his full length into me without.