One night it was unusually busy at her house. All kinds of men entering. This must be one of her famous parties. So I tagged along. Nobody noticed I w...sn't invited.And there she was. In all her naked, lustful glory. Men where fucking her. She was sucking. But I was not there to be just one of the men. So I scouted the house. Get to know here her bedroom was. Where here bathroom was. After I knew what to do and where to do it I returned to the living room. It seemed the party had died down.Her. .ahh...ooohhh...you little beauty...“Then he was in me. Thrusting painfully. I cried out. I expect he liked that. Then he was thrusting in and out savagely. Almost like madman. There was no finesse; no time, no would imagine, for enjoyment. It was quick ****, pure and simple. A frenzied ego trip. Luckily for me, it was all over in less than a minute. He was slumped down, still in me, but limp, groaning with satisfaction.I had done my duty!But, oh dear God, what a way to be used!I lay there,. You can come down now sweetie! My father beckoned. As I slowly looked up, I saw a pleasant and young woman with a gentle look on her face that made me cry a single tear. She was the spitting image of my mother from what I had seen from albums and scrapbooks. I quickly removed the tear from the equation and began a little faç,ade of a not-caring attitude. In reality, I wanted this woman to be the living embodiment of my mother. My father described her as the best woman ever and I wished I. "Butif you come, it's all over. If you can't demonstrate this most basiclevel of self-control, it's all a waste of time and money. If youcome, I can guarantee you will be joining Bonnie."Even with this terrible threat hanging over his stocking sealedhead, he was still very close to exploding; indeed, on one very darklevel, his stepmother's threats, delivered in her always sexy voice,seemed to increase his fierce sexual arousal.But then the stocking was pulled free and, momentarily, he was.