" Bob waited a moment then resumed his attack on the tender hole. Deeper and deeper he progressed. Koen clenched his teeth, squeezed his eyes as tight...as he could forcing out a few tears. Bob leaned over Koen's back and kissed the boy on his cheek. "How does it feel, my little boy cunt?" "It still hurts but it feels nice when you rub that spot inside me. Just don't go too hard, yet," whimperedKoen. Bob resumed his invasion of Koen's rectum. Gaining speed as he went along, pulling out only. Then he just pounded me. "Oh, God. Oh, God," I panted. "Oh, God, fuck me, Jesus Christ." He was going to town on my ass. He was supporting himself like he was starting a pushup, his midsection against my backside and I was rolled up halfway on my back. I can't say it was comfortable but my prostate felt fucking great. His hips were like they were on a hinge and he was fucking me hard. Then he began to pant, his face screwed up in the agony of impending orgasm. I was grunting too. Then, in a. “You better get them clothes off if you want to come in here” said the woman. Annie looked around for somewhere to go to undress and was immediately transfixed by the young man, who she now knew as Jack, who had pulled his boots off and was unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his jeans. He then pulled his shirt over his head and next to go was his grubby pants and she was gazing at a man of what she estimated as about twenty years of age absolutely naked apart from a pair of grey socks!. I turned around, ready to read her the riot act but was surprised by what I saw. She was a very attractive but plain woman, tall with soft light brown hair, blue eyes and what I guessed was a nice figure hidden by the clothes she wore. The dress was the type I imagined a poor tenant farm girl might wear to church on Sunday mornings. I thought her to be close to 30, far older than most of the hookers that frequented our posh casino, and about 4 or 5 years younger than me.She still hadn't made me.