OH, DAMN!!! THAT FELT WONDERFUL!!! She came several more times, whimpering with each spasm that washed over her. WHY, OH WHY, HAD SHE WAITED THIS LONG...? John pushed her over onto her back, and pulled her legs as wide as he could. She saw the massive tool that was his cock going out of sight as she laid there, helpless. She felt it touching her labia, and forcing it open. I felt like it was making her split wide open, as it began to slide in. It just kept going. How could something that size go. I admit it was a little blunt.“Of course not!” she yipped. I could tell she was genuinely horrified that I might think that.“Well... something happened,” I said, stubbornly.“He pushed his boner against me a lot, okay?” she snapped.“Oh,” I said. That wasn’t so bad. From my perspective, the hard part was not pushing your boner against a girl if you were hugging her.“Oh? Is that it? Feeling my boobs is horrible but pushing his nasty swollen penis against me is just fine?”I could tell she was. It began with my sister, who was a fat ass kid. She used to make me do her chores and when I'd protest she would wrestle me to the ground and sit on my face. I would cry under her fat ass and agree to do whatever she wanted. But sometimes her sitting on me caused a completely different feeling, the humiliation would make me tingle inside and I have fought against that feeling my whole life. Even in college my roommate was a big titted brash girl who bossed me around all the time. She seemed to. “Look you two, you have got to communicate more. And before one of you acts, talk to the other. Linda, no more bending the rules with Pete. Either follow them because that is what you agreed to, or just end it.”“Holly, you agree that the rules...”Holly cut her off fast. “Yes, the rules are a little sexist, but they are the rules you both agreed to!” She then stared at me, hard. “Pete, think about this a second. The rules ARE all limiting her, but not you. That is just a bit wrong, don’t ya.