.." I grabbed her hips and forced her ass cheeks apart. She leaned forward, balancing on the stairs while grabbing both banisters. I guided the tip of... my cock to her ass hole, pausing at the entrance before easing it in. " Ready?"Her answer didn't matter -- I was going to fuck her, in the ass, right then and there. I shoved inside, and she winced as my hard thick cock struggled to enter her tight ass. The tip of my cock soon popped past the tight ring of muscle, and the pain of anal sex. Mark also bought the necklace I was wearing, the pins in my hair, he told me how to wear my hair, and he told me what style of shoe I should wear with that dress too. By now some of you are probably thinking another wrong thought, but these are Mark's girlfriends around me. Mark was definitely not homosexual. Homosexuality is part of the reason why I'm wearing that dress though. From when I started maturing, I always wore clothes that completely covered my figure. Sacks, really. I was never. I got scared, so I stopped doing this and grabbed her hands and pulled her up to the seated position. She finally opened her eyes and went "What?" I said, "time for school, you asked me to wake you up" "Oh, thanks" she mumbled as she got up and made her way to the washroom to get ready. As the days went on I would get slightly more confident and try something new. Apparently, my stepdaughter was sound asleep the whole time because she never said anything. This particular morning I went in and. You don't even want to see the toilet. He borrows my stuff...like, a lot. One type of thing in particular, which is where this story starts.So I walked into my apartment with Kara, my on-again, off-again girlfriend...well, maybe not girlfriend...we fucked, y'know? Anyway, we got in and heard Kyle and his girlfriend Stacy going at it. We snickered and snuck all quiet-like into my bedroom, closing the door and lying down on my bed, listening. The walls of the apartment were thin, so it was easy.