“No Jerry!” I cried out. “I’m so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. I’m sorry! Please, please don’t…” “You broke my heart, Jen.... Now I’m gonna break your ass in.” The spit on his cock and the spit trickling down my ass crack was not enough to ease his entry. Now I yelled, “Uhhhhg! Ahhhh! Uhhhhg!” I wailed as he mounted my ass. He pulled back for a moment, then shoved it to the hilt. I felt my sphincter tear and could feel the blood trickle from my ass to my pussy lips. With a hand. We hadn't talked about fantasies particularly. We were just really young and really into each other. And she was beautiful, of Indian heritage and a traffic-stopping body. She was from a fairly repressive family where boyfriends were out of the question, especially non-Indian boyfriends, and I was the lucky recipient of her kicking against that and exploding into the freedom of living away from home for the first time.One night we'd had a bit to drink in the bars around the city and gone into a. However, this time she looks lost. She takes off her black leather jacket and reveals her black tank top that covers her small breasts. You can't see much but you know that her ass is large and hopefully firm and she is probably the most beautiful girl you have ever met. She pulls her long brown hair back behind her ears and she still looks confused. You lean up and look at the page she is on. You quickly write the answer and all the calculations on a piece of paper and look around. You see. "We chatted for a while, I filling them in with my details as well as the local highlights, they with theirs.Eventually I heard Paula and Kerry arrive back and waved them over and the conversation started into families and events until we left to have dinner."I like them," said Paula."Me too," I replied."Pair of them giving you the eye though," said Paula, Kerry nodded too."Bet they can't wait to get you drunk and have their wicked way with you," she grinned.I laughed and said, "I really don't.