His ass tunnel all wet and lubed with my leaking pre cum was producing a different sound effect to add to the fucking orchestra playing in full swing....I was fucking him fast with arrhythmic shallow rapid strokes, suddenly going slow and reaching the deepest end of boy’s ass with my complete meat length disappearing in him and my sac grinding on the hole. The speed, the force, the pace, the range of motion were all jumbled and pure enraged fucking was in action, what I interpret as war like. It is a Saturday and I am even hornier than usual. I should point out that I am a single male in my mid-thirties. I have a high sex drive and the last few months of being single have been hell on my poor cock. A co-worker who is a female once told me a joke. Why do men masturbate? So they can have sex with someone they love. I didn’t see the humor at the time, but maybe there is something to that after all. I am about to check my e-mail when I see a banner on my home page. It is an adult dare. Well..* She realized that for Pinky, this wasn't funny. He was an annoying nerdy kid. If someone normally ran around with their pants off it might be silly, but he clearly had no say in the matter. But then it made it even funnier. Somehow. She didn't think of herself as cruel, but for some reason Natalie was getting immense schadenfreude. It was obvious that this once annoyingly talkative boy was terrified of saying anything and hated that his bottom was exposed to her and anyone else who had. I badly wanted to moan. This was such a shocking albeit pleasurable experience. Getting my cock rubbed by a hot woman in a crowded bus. Who wouldn’t want that?Both of us were sweating like crazy. She kept stealing looks at me and smiling at me. Slowly, I gained enough courage to touch her hair. I started caressing her silky smooth hair with my fingers. She clearly wanted more judging by the look on her face. I slowly moved my hands to her bare sweaty neck. Her skin was so smooth, I could have.