My first lover slid under my body, as I was still on all fours, with the other huge cock going deeper inside of my asshole. He positioned under me and... he pushed my body onto his erect cock…"Wait… you are not going to …" I started to say, but he cut me off."Shut up, bitch, remember you will get fucked like you had never been fucked before… and you just will love it..."I tried to relax as I could feel his huge cock slip between my wet lips.I gasped, because it was pretty painful."Yes, bitch… tell. I was a prisoner!My heart began to pound wildly as panic set in. I quickly looked down to discover that I still had on all my clothes. "At least whoever is holding me captive hasn't raped me, not yet anyway," I thought to myself with some degree of relief while still drawing shallow panting panicked breaths. My bright blue eyes darted around the room looking for clues. No windows, one door, no decor. On the wall was a large blank whiteboard with a flat screen television next to it. I was about. "He didn't know what his hands did, but soon the robe slid off his body, rustling around his feet. He slowly turned his back to her, hearing a sharp intake of breath. A fingertip touched the sore spot on his shoulder blade. Then it travelled to the spot on the small of his back. When it halfway passed his spine, he shivered."God, honey," she whispered, "you are so brave." Her finger found the bruise on his ass cheek. She rubbed his flesh with her open palm, making the warmth spread. Then he. . . where to begin? “Chad, you know, or you should know, you have to ask about things like that. You can’t assume anything about what’s okay for a woman. You have to ask about, well, everything.” “But dad . . .” he began and I cut him off before he could get into our family’s quirks. “It doesn’t matter, you always ask. Got it? Now git! Go watch TV for a few minutes while I talk to Ashley.” He looked even less happy that when I’d brought up the Chad Plan, which wasn’t working so well. He grabbed.