“I want you to be my cum bitch.” “But” I stuttered. “Yes, your faggot ass is going to be fucked.” “Now pull you clothes off and bend ove....” Slowly at first I removed my clothes as he got a jar of petroleum jelly from his dresser drawer. “Take a pillow and put it at the foot of your bed.” I did and he told me to bend over it and spread my legs. Laying face down and spreading my legs, I felt him put a large glob of petroleum jelly in the crack of my ass. Working his finger around the opening of. I remembered that there had been a few men around on Saturday or Sunday morning, but until now, I hadn’t thought about what that meant.I joined my brother at the TV but kept listening for sounds from the bedroom. I was eating a bowl of cereal when my mother and a tall blond man came into the kitchen. She said his name was Thomas. They chatted while she made coffee and scrambled some eggs. I went back to my bedroom and the book I’d been reading. My brother came in and dressed. He said he was. Instead, he waits me out, and I watch his face as I ease myself down onto his cock, as I think he is watching me, too. His dick always hits me deeper than I expect, and the shock of it against my cervix sends a thrill up my spine. I lift me hips, gently thrusting myself onto him while we kiss each other on the face, on the mouth, the neck, it doesn't matter, our lips are everywhere while I fuck him. Gradually my climax builds, and I can focus only on moving my hips, grinding against him while. Tears followed, head bowed as she sobbed into the leather. It was better to get it out now then to make Dimitri go through all this too. He had been so sweet, but he looked exhausted and ragged as of late. He worried too much, she wasn’t worth it. She felt selfish for keeping him at this point. The thought only made her sobs more intense, body shaking as pathetic sounds crept from her throat. Karl was right, she was useless, and petty, and stupid. She was dragging this wonderful boy down. It.