Amy was on her back and Andrew was pumping his cock back and forth into the pretty blonde woman. Amy’s legs were spread wide and as we walked to the...bed we could see close-up as he slipped his cock back and forth into her quim.“You are delightful fuck, Amy. Your velvet sheath touches all my spots.”Amy rose on her elbows, her breasts becoming more apparent, “You’ve got what it takes to make me very happy. Just keep fucking me, and don’t you dare stop until I’ve had about a dozen orgasms.”Darby. " he responded."I'm not sure I believe you." Rachel laughed as she put her hand between his legs and right on his hard cock. "Liar!" she said in mock anger."Would you believe that's because of having you so close next to me?" he lied, knowing full well that it was the result of the onscreen lovers. He was, after all, only human."Because of me huh," Rachel said. "Then I guess I get to do what I want with it."Before Stanley realized what she was doing, Rachel had undone his pants and pulled out. He felt the burn as his asshole strained to resist. His sphincter clenched, and when she felt it, she stopped pushing and held in place. “You’re still very tight, baby. Is it hurting you?” “It hurts a little,” he said hoarsely, “but don’t stop.” “You still want it?” “Yes.” Swallowing hard, “Put it in.” She pushed again, gently, entering slowly, and he gasped with pain and the sensation of fullness. He accepted the discomfort, knowing from penetrating himself with dildos that when it went in. I don't except myself from this:As wonderful as my parents were, I took lots and lots and lots of body blows from those around me growing up, sometimes in the literal sense. From second grade onward, I was treated as "different" by the other kids in school. I know a lot of the treatment stemmed from the actions of a certain teacher (thank you, Sister Lea) and kids picking up on the signals that it was okay to pick on me. I never knew the nature of the difference, I just knew it was there..