He sucked my cunt, and caressed my breasts, and droned the song of the Bear in my ear, where it entered and reverberated through my being. I wanted h...m inside me, and it felt good just to feel that wanting and wait for it to be fulfilled. He returned me to my sister’s house at about five in the morning, with the promise that he would see me again. I don’t remember the sequence of events. I know he came to a spiritual meeting at her house, and brought some beautiful drums. He showed me a ring. With a quick lunge Jerome sunk his enormously huge cock head into my dry butt hole. I screamed like a banshee as Jerome pushed more of his rigid cock shaft into my anus. I almost passed out from the pain of having my butt hole ripped open, I cried out 'YEEEAAAAAGGGHHHH'. Jerome hunched frantically sinking more of his obscene long cock into my anal canal. Jerome half whispered in my ear 'that's it keep moving just like that, I'm liking this already.' Gasping for breath I begged Jerome. I'll deal with it." Indeed you will not, Darryl Sanders. I may be new at this, but even I know that sex is something we are supposed to do together. Not something you do to me. Besides, I want to bring you pleasure."In a manner clearly indicating that she would not be refused, she grabbed the top of his pajamas bottoms, and with a minimum of ceremony yanked them to his knees. Then with the skill of a street fighter she yanked his feet out from under him, and tumbled him into the pile of pillows. She had changed into her “pajamas” alright—though that word typically conjures up images of long-sleeved, button-down flannel tops—not the tiny, pink satin camisole she wore stretched over those massive tits. The scooping neckline was trimmed with white lace, and the whole affair hung limply from a pair of the dinkiest little spaghetti straps I’d ever seen. No support to speak of; her soft, round breasts bounced and swayed totally unsupported beneath the material.Her bottoms looked like nothing.