Eventually she gave in and spread her asshole wide open for me. I insisted so it didn't take much longer before she -all be it reluctantly- pushed her...finger inside her tight little shithole and after that put that finger in her mouth. Thats true love, haha, or is it true desperation? I guess its an equal amount of both, but I don't give a fuck being honest. Despite her concerns about risking being exposed, I had won her trust. Because of that, opportunistic motives and also because she was. “I’m going to count to three,” I said, “and when I’m done, my dick needs to be in your mouth. And don’t you dare fucking bite it. Understand?”She stared up at me silently.“One...two…" She didn't move. "Three!” I brought my hand down on her cheek—hard. Heather let out a small scream.“Let’s try that again,” I said. “One…two…” This time I felt bad about hitting her, but if I stopped now, I might lose my chance to assert dominance. “Three!” I slapped her even harder. “Suck my cock or we keep doing. Thoughhe didn't play real soccer anymore, the two of us frequently playedaround with a soccer ball out in the back yard."Sure," I responded with a shrug. "Just give me a minute..."I began putting the chess set away, glancing at Austin as I did so. Hewas a couple inches shorter than me, with the reddish color of hair thatsome people called ginger.A moment later, a voice called out from the door to the family room,"Hey OZ. Weasley."I glanced up at my sister Caitlyn, who was a year older than. Over the next ten days Kasper ‘brutalized,’ me night after night. The harder he fucked me, however, the more I liked it.A week before my folks got back home, Kasper started taking things a little easier with me. Kasper didn’t want my folks to arrive back and see bruises on my body, not to mention the welts all over my backside.I was heartbroken when Kasper and my dad departed from our home on their next rig assignment.To my great joy, Kasper and I now remained in constant contact and eighteen.