Getting fucked up the ass couldn’t be any worse than when he tore into my dry pussy, when he hit me or when he tore my throat apart. Then he did one...thing that surprised me. He took a cigarette, put it between his lips, lit it, then forced it between my lips. “Don’t let that fall from your lips, or I’ll smack you again,” he growled. I drew in smoke with every breath and coughed with each exhale. It was putrid. I held the cigarette between my lips as the man muscled his way into my asshole. He. He pulled at the constraints and said “I can’t!” but I carried on regardless. I took him in my hands and firmly used his dick as he moaned. It was delicious to take him beyond his comfort zone. It wasn’t long before he pleaded for me to finish him because he couldn’t take any more. I loosened his wrist constraints but didn’t release him. Instead I grabbed his hips and pulled his bum forward until I could see his boy pussy spread like a porn star before me. It was to much to ignore and I buried. Young lived about 20 minutes away on the bike. She got to his house at 5:20 pm, 10 minutes early. She rang the bell and heard footsteps and the door opening. Mr. Young smiled 'I'm glad you found your way here. Let's see that bike dildo.' She got off the bike and he was pleasantly surprised to see his cum on it. 'Clean it up.' She started licking it and sucking on it, until all the cum was gone. 'Good girl. Come on in.' She went in and looked around. No one else was here. He led her down a long. Vowing to make it her secret, and never sharing it with a living sole, Megan sampled her son’s cum with her tongue and tasted his acerbic offering. It was neither better nor worse than any other man’s cum she had tasted, its only uniqueness being from where it came from. Megan began to loath what she had just done and tried to suppress any further sexual thoughts. Quickly, she doffed both her stained shorts and moistened panties for cleaner items and buried them into the laundry hamper. Megan.