He put two then three fingers into my sopping wet cunt. Then he put one finger then two slowly past my anal ring.I sighed and said mm that does feel r...eal good though. He said I think you’re ready. He pressed his hard throbbing cock against my puckered shit hole. I jerked away and said owie it’s to big. He softly caressed my butt cheek and said it’ll fit just relax. He said ready? I said yes just go slow please. By now I wanted him in me so bad , I sighed out as his cock pushed past my tight. This one is no exception, but it’s about 99% fiction. There’s a lot (I think) of character development, and some explicit sex, but this is not designed to be a stroke story. It’s intended to be about loving relationships, both sexual and nonsexual, within and between generations, and healthy, renewable family bonds. Also: after looking at the finished product, I must say I had not planned for the story to be as long as it turned out. It took on a life of its own, and I refused to shortchange. ”El couldn’t help but giggle at that mental image of a guy with his crotch on fire, “Brings a whole new meaning to ‘beating off’, doesn’t it?"That started Cassie off and soon the two women were laughing heartily. “We can laugh, but that moron cost me new couch cushions.” Which set El off again.The two settled down, El looked less angry, “I feel like I should be even madder, but feel kinda numb for some reason.”Cassie looked carefully at her friend sitting there on the couch next to her. She. “Who’s there?” you asked. But I didn’t answer you. Instead I ran my hand down your leg all the way to your foot, covered by a black pump. Leaning in I kissed your knee. You caught your breath and pleaded with me to identify myself. I ignored you again, and kissed your other knee while sliding my hands along your thighs. Your legs were spread and you were wearing only the tiniest of panties. I allowed my hands to move closer to your inner thighs and you again asked me who I was. Your voice was.