" He breathed hoarsely, softly turning his finger this way and that, loving the soft mewling, whimpering sounds, escaping his slave's lips. Slowly, hi... finger delved deeper and he began to push in it and out, and in and out. He knew that when he added a second finger, the moan was of pain as well, but it dissipated. At last, he picked up a medium sized butt-plug. He didn't want to go too easy on her. It seemed to him that to expect less than he knew she was willing to give was to pay her a. He alternated, he fucked me, slowly and then a little faster, steady and easy, and kissed me, kept telling me I was a sweet good boy, had a sweet good ass, and I, was his little boy pussy, and I felt good, better than Stella’s pussy felt, by all means.He said that he was sprung on my little ass, and could not help but keep fucking me, telling me sorry, over and over, that if it hurt, to learn to relax and take his big dick like a big boy, because he was going to do what men do, as he was doing. He opens easily to that, as I expect, but I push far in regardless, then withdraw and add my second finger. This is also not difficult for him to accommodate, but I work them around inside him, twisting and spreading my fingers. I add my thumb, sliding it right down the groove formed by my other two fingers, pushing my hand in deeper and stretching him more widely. My knuckles press against his sphincter now, but I encounter no real resistance. He is breathing deeply and regularly, eyes. Life doesn't always work out the way you plan it.The next night was clear, but cold as hell. Well, cold for California. We were in the hot tub, when there was a whistle from out of the night."Come on down, Cat!" Nancy called. There was a thump and the kid came bouncing down the stairs from the patio. The thought of a horny teenager ogling Nancy didn't exactly thrill me, but what the hell. She was worth ogling."Hi Nancy! Hi Tony!" There's some cold Coke's in the icebox. Grab one and join us."The.