“No. It tickles.”“It tickles? You slut!” They laughed. She rubbed her wet finger tips over his hole. Then curled her index finger down once ag...ain.“Now, we’re going to do something a little different. This one will be really easy for you--because you are such a tight ass.”He picked his head up and gave her a questioning look. She waved for him to lay back down.Then she set the knuckle against his hole. She twisted it slightly and pushed. It went in a quarter inch. He gasped and his butt hole. She had taken all 14" of me. I began to pull out but quickly thrust deep back home. I was building a rhythm gradually taking longer and longer deeper strokes until I had sheathing and unsheathing of my full 14" on each stroke. Her pussy resisting each thrust, clamping down in a vain attempt at stopping each subsequent penile impalement. Tears were pouring from her face as her tight canal was stretched, scrapped and torn by the sustained ramming I was inflicting on her. Gradually, the continued. What really turned heads was when she wore booty shorts making her hourglass figure more prevalent with her tight t-shirts. Her hair was a very dark shade of red, almost brown. It framed her round face with beautiful bright blue eyes, freckles and a big smile she wore most days. She walked out the back door in one of the long deserted hallways at her school, none of the teachers cared, and her school didn’t have hall monitors. Behind her school was a large forested area with paths twisting and. “Ok,” I said and went in the kitchen to put some groceries and fruits that I had bought with us in the refrigerator. I went back to the living room and saw that Sameer was asleep on the sofa. “Oh, the poor thing is tired from driving for so long,” I muttered and bent to give him a light kiss on his lips. Since I had already slept during the drive, I decided to check out the room and have a nice bath. There were 8 rooms in total; on the ground floor there was 1 kitchen, 1 dining room attached to.