I got onto the bed on hands and knees and braced myself. I felt her rub KY on my rear opening. Grabbed my hips she pushed the dildo towards me. I felt...the first inch and my body naturally tried to push it out. But then another inch and then another. I felt pain at first but as she pushed into my anal opening my muscles seemed to relax. Deeper and deeper she went as I yelled and moaned. I felt her hips press against my bum cheeks. I had taken it all. Her moans were mimicking mine as she began to. "Tyrone Black was the leading rusher in the state of Ohio for the past 4 years! Let's give Tyrone a big welcome to Whitehill!" Everyone cheered wildly, but Kristen just stared.In Whitehill tradition, each cheerleader was randomly assigned a starting player on the football team. That cheerleader would wear his number to all games and would "represent" him. Kristen had been paired with Brett last year, which was how they met and started dating. After the announcement of each pairing, the crowd. He looked at me when I walked into the bedroom, eyes widening in recognition. I had the same wedding lingerie Carrie had worn. We caressed and fondled with increasing urgency. He dropped me on my back, but I pushed him off. “No! I want you to do me like you did Carrie. Make me your bitch first, then make me your lover.”It was all I needed to say. He flipped me like I was a feather, pulling me up to my knees. One advantage I had over Carrie was I didn’t need lube, I was dripping like a bad. I made contact and there was a slight pause while I debated my decision. But while I thought of asking for permission to enter her rectum, she went ahead and granted it, pushing herself back and popping the head of my cock into her. The tightness sucked me further in, gripping my shaft firmly so I could feel my heart beating in my dick. I just stared at it for a second, admiring the sight, listening to my mother’s soft moaning between breaths. Then, with my hands on each hip, I pulled her.