I closed my eyes as he lent in and scooped two fingers of some kind of oil and then he probed his rock hard dick against my tight rosebud. His first t...uch caused my anus to close and tighten, as he tried to enter me.He started pushing, as I was trying to help him, knowing I was willingly opening my anus, to receive him, deep and hard.Each push moved my body forward, until finally I parted, weakened by his constant pushing. He got his edge, the fleshy point where I cracked, and his full hard. " It's been a while," Vicky agreed. "I went to some in college that were pretty good, but usually they turned pretty drunk. I don't think anyone got totally wasted tonight. A couple got a little close, though." It's not the drunkest party I've ever been to," Emily smiled. "That had to have been when you turned twenty-one." How would you know?" Vicky snorted. "You were pregnant with J.J., I think it was, so you were the designated driver. You couldn't have gotten that blasted on 7-Up. Now me,. Of course that continued to happen every time I looked at photos, and later videos, and it still does to this very day. Every now and then, in what I call the golden age of mags in the 70s and 80s, when girls weren’t too exposed for me, along would come a new Goddess, and I’d be obsessed with Her for weeks, even months – Miss Danica, Miss Donna, Miss Lisa, Miss Stacey, and many many others. If I knew She was in a mag I was buying, I’d be beside myself, desperate to get the mag back to my van. “Beg me for it!” “PLEASE FUCK MY ASS. PLEASE, MIKE, FUCK MY ASS!”He laughed more and started slowly pumping in and out. His hands were on my hips. I saw stars, gasping for air, writhing while impaled on his cock. My insides still clenched and released. Mike began to pick up the pace. Smacking my ass every four or five thrusts. I was now meeting his pushing back.Objects on his desk were digging into my boobs and stomach but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be fucked. That orgasm had ended any.