She was shaking now and nearly panting with a mixture of nervousness and extreme arousal as she felt something pressing against her swollen anus. It w...as not his finger this time. He pushed his cockhead into her butthole now and quick probing movements. Each time he forced more of it in to her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to take it. He was forceful and pushed some of his cock into her ass. She could tell that this was a thick cock and it was not going to be easy to take. Mrs. Reed had advised this, though he was probably sure it could be found in the host of advice books that Fiona had brought home. His fiancées had gone out for groceries, Jen in the thick of her cravings again, though he suspected she was playing it up. The bedroom wasn’t the only place she had shown a flair for the dramatic. Surveying his work with approval, he turned with a frown to the door of his room. Was that crying? Jen and Fiona must be home, the blonde in one of her mood swings again.. I stumbled back a bit, standing and acting like nothing happened. Anna sat up and looked right at my pants, and when I looked down I realized why. "You fucking pervert." She said, giving an evil smile, "So you like my ass?" W...why the fuck are you wearing that?" I responded, my cock straining against my jeans. My eyes went to her legs as she moved them, spreading them apart and showing off a bare, pink pussy that was just begging for something in it; whether it was a tongue or the throbbing. So they called for a pizza and was told it’d be about 20-30 minutes. At this point, Jeannie was ready to get off in anticipation. She toyed with her nipples and wet pussy, and Steve told her to hold it for the guy. Eventually, a knock on the door came. She opened the door in just the nightie, with her nipples visible thru the material. The delivery guy was a boy, about 18 or 19, and quite cute. Jeannie invited him in, and he walked in and was looking between her and the room and saw Steve.