" Well," she continued, " I had left the party early 'cause like I said it sucked, so I was home waiting for her." Again Becky paused and took a long,...slow drag of her smoke. Sara was staring at her transfixed, in a daze as the coke began to change its pace in her head. Becky looked over at Sara and suddenly realized that she'd better say it soon or just let it go.And she knew, deep down, that she could not just let it go anymore. She had to tell someone and Sara was right here, listening. I tried to picture the three women in bikini bathing suits and saw that they were all about the same height, the same weight and had the same color hair with similar facial features. You could see various signs of maturity but they could have been sisters just sitting there at the kitchen table and the thing uppermost on my mind was did I have any chance of getting the three of them together for a sexual trifecta of fun and games considering their family relationship.The more I thought about it. The old bastard was not gentle at all. I braced myself and I suddenly felt him ramming his hard cock in a brutal way; until he hit the bottom in my anus.I gasped at the sudden intrusion and screamed in pain when he started to pump my tiny asshole with all his might. He was a real rude man.I knew he would fuck me in the as so badly. I was sure he liked men and was hoping I could be a sissy gay who he could sodomize…“Nice ass, bitch… tight as a boy’s ass…” He whispered, as he pumped me. He rammed. She guessed that he was probably a couple of years older than her. They talked about many things, as the snow fell around them. She learned that he lived in one of the houses along the shore, and she let him think that she was a tourist. She felt somewhat guilty lying, but what did it matter? They were just sharing a conversation. He had thought that they were equals, and she didn’t want to disillusion him in that regard. She wanted to enjoy a wonderful day and a wonderful discussion without.