The new guy was still carrying Liz and fucking her as he walked into the living room. He laid her on the couch right next to Donnie who was sitting th...re with his big old hard on and no one to fuck. As he continued to fuck her Liz leaned over and started to suck on Donnie's cock. That got his attention. Soon he was feeling her tits and playing with her ass as the other guy fucked her.Soon the guy was ready to come. Donnie was like don't come in her pussy I want some of that ass tonight. With. Look, I didn't let Brad fuck my ass! But... but I will let you if it will make things better." I turned around to look at Steve, longing for his expression to change to something sweet or happy. Instead, he still looked pissed off as he thrust his dick into my ass and I gasped! Yes, it hurt. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I wasn't lubricated by anything other than the juices from my vagina that were still on Steve's cock. I was uncontrollably saying, "Ow!" repeatedly. Steve's. "I need it honey, I need it bad and I can't wait long enough to get home."We fucked twice on the back seat on a dark side street and then she sucked on my cock the rest of the way home. Once in the house she spent the next three hours destroying me.For the next month we repeated the experience every Friday night in a different bar and always with the same results. Each weekend was different only in the amount of time that Kirsten wanted me to wait outside before coming in. By the fourth week. Which invariably meant that soon your legs were intertwined and your hips were grinding together. He smelled so good, and moved so smoothly that I just let myself go, flowing against him, to the rhythm of the drums. It wasn’t long before I could feel his manhood hard, and moving against me. I enjoyed it, feeling my own wetness building, and pulled him in closer. Just at that moment, someone announced that the parade was moving by us, and we all rushed out to watch the floats and dancers. I was.