Tchaikovsky ... Hum. Not bad, but not really the right kind of music to fuck yourself to like I'm doing it now. It's up and down, up and down, just li...e I had thought it would be. Only more painful than I imagined.Everything hurts by now, or maybe it's not everything but I'm only aware of those parts of my body that hurt. At least there's one good thing about hurting everywhere: It's hard to decide which part hurts the most. That's not much, but it's the only positive aspect of my current. His strong forearms gripping me tighter than ever before as if to make sure I was immobile and there was a deep rumbling growl in his throat. John reached around me and grabbed Brutus and once again guided his massive manhood home into my waiting hole. It was searing, that first thrust, and nothing could have ever prepared me for that entrance. Unlike John and the dog toy, there was no variation in speed, there was no variation in depth except for deeper and yet deeper still. I was straining. Squeezing his much larger hands as a response to the uneasiness I experienced due to his penetration, it dawned on me that this was it; the sex. We were going to have the real adult sex. This was what it was. This was how it felt!Carefully, he was moving back and forth, and pumped his tip in and out of me. I.. I was proud. This was the real deal. We were linked; we were one. The stepdad who gave me everything, and I who wanted to earn all his goodwill in return. Then, the exhilaration of. I start to fuck her hard and quick. She is moaning all the time, so loud I think the people down stairs will hear us, but I don’t care, I'm in heaven.I lean down and start to squeeze her massive tits that are swaying to and fro with our rhythm. I take her nipples in both my fore fingers and thumbs and pinch them to the point I know she loves. She lets out a yelp. Keeping one hand on her nipples I slowly bring my other one down to her clit. I know it will be swollen and she will be close to.