Instinctively I arched my back, thrusting my ass higher, wanting her deeper still in me. I had always been a big fan of anything anal - ever since my ...irst boyfriend introduced it to me when I was nineteen, I had been in love with things going up my ass. It didn't matter if it was a finger, a tongue, a dildo or a real cock; if it fit, I wanted it in there. Even if it didn't fit, so long as I could stuff it in there, that was okay too! I had taken wine bottles at parties, I had taken ball bats. I felt his hands grab my hips and then the head of his dick was pressed against my ass. Before i could try to resist he pushed it inwith a slight resistment. "yeah bitch,"he said," you'll take this dick and like it." he pushed about halfway in and then started to thrust in a fast paced rythem that forced more of his cock into me with each thrust. As he thrust more into me i was forced to take more of j-rocks dick in my mouth. Before long james had all 9 inches in me and his balls slaped. Nothing had been accomplished. I invited the band to some party that was going on after hours and luckily everyone had something to do except him. He decided to follow us to the garage and seemed happy to come along. When we got to the garage I took my jacket off to reveal my skin a little more and made myself extremely comfortable. I kept looking at him waiting for some action on his behalf. But there was nothing. No movement, no glance, no sign. I knew from that moment that I was in for a. Unfortunately, I can give only scant credence to that possibility. She is in deadly earnest I fear.I suppose it was preordained. She had to marry that loathsome Lothar Livingston, a depraved wretch hiding behind a priestly collar. If there is but one woman in his parish, single or married, who has not had her bottom pinched by that pious lecher, I have yet to meet her. Ruth, too, has had her little dalliances if there is any substance to what I hear. Let her then invent her mendacious little.