I met Paul on a Saturday in the chatroom on the chatline. He was 42 years old, blond hair and blue eyes. He was prefect! I never got turned on by youn... guys, I have always had a thing for older men. We started chatting and I told him I was a virgin wanting to have sex. He was really into that. For a week we emailed back and forth we decided to meet. He lived 2 hours away and was willing to come to me and rent a hotel room. We decided to meet in at a coffee shop. It was Good Friday and my mom. Only female lovers had used her nether opening this way before. And it had been good enough with their dildoes and strap-ons. But not the same.Now his dripping prick was stretching her anus to receive her male counterpart inside her. Making love to her body. Making love to herself. It was even better. She groaned as he entered her and expanded her hole, taking his thickness with abandon. Fucking herself with her own cock. How could it be? But it was, for it was all that she had wished. Being. She had boys on a string, dozens of them, but as far as I knew she had never really hooked up with any of them, just fooled around and spent their money.Anyhow, this Saturday morning, after the folks left to go shopping and I satisfied my morning woody, I crossed the hall and opened her door. She was lying on the floor, wearing a frilly pj top, the babydoll type that didn’t cover anything, and doing leg-lifts, her arms outstretched and neck arched. Damn, but she was pretty. As good looking as. They get me up on my feet to stand next to the bed, my guy gives me a deep kiss, and pulls my tits.Do you like it, he asks, giving my tits some slappings, I reply with a whimper.Not because it hurt, but I stood bound, got groped and had fingers up my holes and got my tits slapped.Listen my little whore, this is what you were born for and we will give it to you, says my guy.With hard slaps to my ass they get me into the living room where they have put a narrow bench.My guy is laying on it, his.