‘Well, you’ll get used to it’ was her answer, while she put her ass up, and her head down. I understood, it was time to fuck her ass. I lubed up...one finger, and fited it up E’s ass. She moaned, I played around, I could feel how tight her ass was, I even was wondering if I could fit my dick in there. she told me to keep on going, she wants us to have something special. I lubed the second finger, penetreted her ass hole. I pulled one out, pushed in the other, did this a few times and than fitted. I jumped up and moved away from the bench, looking left and right, but he had disappeared, and I was alone again, except for my aching nipple, I could now feel his touch as he had twisted it cruelly.I kept this encounter to myself, more so as I dwelt on it, alone in bed, I found by masturbating could I derive any positives from it, it became my sexual fantasy, each time revisited he did something more, giving me better and better orgasms.I had to go back and sit there, such was the desire and. The thought of butter reminded me of the cult film “Last Tango in Paris” with Marlon Brando shoving a stick of butter up his real estate agent’s ass before he sodomized her on the floor of the new house he had just rented for the season. You know that had to sting a bit with it being so cold from the fridge and more like a hard rod than a soft yielding dick of flesh and bone.Needless to say, we immediately fell down to the fluffy white carpet and I started humping her like she was a female dog. To relieve the tension evident by the bulge in my pants, and quench this fire Wanting to insert myself inside a vaginal tunnel, fucking, for a time, long Feeding the pussy with each thrust as it sings a silent song Images of a fuck face accents the act, with each facial twitch Mutually masturbating each other, scratching that horny itch Throwing ourselves into a madness of pleasurable pain Fucking like wrestling lions on the African plain Moving in and out with ferocity, servicing a very hot.