I did my best to relax my sphincter muscle and finally I felt the head of his penis painfully push into me. Again, they started a rhythm of pushing in...and pulling out. Faster and faster, they built up. The one fucking me started to slap my ass hard. Fresh pain mixed with the little bit of pleasure I was feeling when, all of the sudden, he stopped slapping me and gripped my hips, pulling me hard. I felt his dick pulsing as he dropped his load deep in my guts. This set off the other guy and he. The music was loud and the beat was steady. She went straight to the bar and ordered a drink. "Let me pay for that." The voice came from behind her. She turned and found herself looking up at a tall black man who stood about six-foot, three-inches. He was a very muscular. He had a very nice face and deep voice. "Thank you," Jean said. She was used to men buying her drinks. In fact, she could not remember the last time she paid for a drink at any club. She picked up the drink, leaned back. ”“It’s okay,” I said.We headed back downstairs, and Chad gave me a tour of the rest of the house. It was one of those houses with a super-fancy living room: it had a big leather sectional, an antique bureau, and a bunch of heirlooms on display. I couldn’t imagine anyone spending much time in there, except maybe at a dinner party.The family room was the main place they really hung out. It was still nicer than what I was used to, with a big TV hooked up to everything from PlayStation to Xbox. I smiled back. Our team had won. We were going home happy. I wasn’t happy. I was actually worried. These females were pretty damn good. I had underestimated them when I thought they could only do well in the lower weight classes. I wasn’t going to underestimate them again. That night when I went home, I checked out Emma Vaughn’s stats online. She was a wrestler from Norton, Alaska. A tall young Irish American woman. She was the daughter of Matthew Vaughn, a famous wrestling coach from Alaska. I.