I kept pumping. I loved watching his ass stretch around it, listening to him try to stay quiet while I got rougher and rougher."I'm gonna enjoy fuckin... your ass, Chuck," I whispered in his ear."Yes sir. I just want to please you." We could've had so much fun in high school, you know? If I'd known what a cunt you were back then," I said, alternating shallow thrusts of the plug with pulling it all the way out and back in. "Did you know back then that your ass was made to be used?" Sorta," Chuck. I only heard of stories from friends and knew of the reputation that came along with small towns from movies and the like, but that was all about to change.I had turned 18 a few weeks ago and with that I finally got my dream car. My Mom promised me the car the day I graduated high school at the age of 16. It wasn't that I was an overachiever or anything, it was just the things were easier for me than the rest of my peers to the point where I was placed in advancement placement. By 16, I was. The preacher's wife Rachel was much taken with the handsome Billy and Brett was certain the young yahoo was poking her the first night they bedded down at the Inn just by looking at the huge grin on her silly face the next morning. It was downright embarrassing to see the looks that passed between the two of them showing a hunger that was primed to unexpectedly explode in passion. The idiotic man of the cloth was so caught up in his "sermons" that he couldn't see what was right in front of his. I had just about reached the first settlement when I heard a scream from the town. I started sprinting the remaining miles and arrived just in time to see the prementioned zombies tearing up the place. I had a small supply of weapons on me, prefering to stay light, including a desert eagle handgun, a combat knife, 10 throwing knives, and a compound bow with custom arrows. I was dressed in military issue boots with black karate pants and a black tank top. Also were black gloves that ended at.