Melons let out a deep breath. "Oh, I loved the feeling of you stretching me so much. Your cock is just the perfect size for ass fucking." "Shh," I rep...lied, kissing her neck below her ear. "Just relax. I know what you need." I moved against her ever so languidly as I felt her asshole opening up to welcome more of my manhood. Although we were moving slowly, I kept pressing deeper, deeper, filling more of her rectum with my length, stretching her with my girth. Each time I pulled back, I slid in a. Then Sara’s hands pulled down on Penny’s hips and She started to lick at Pennys pussy. Oliver’s knot had started to form and I could feel it banging at my asshole. Each time trying to get in so he could bury his seed in me. The cum from the night before still crusted on my leg. Penny started to grind into my wife’s face. Her eyes never moved from the cock going in and out of my ass. Oliver in the meantime was pushing that knot harder and harder. He got it in froze. I could feel his cock. My second editor, Dawn, liked my original story arguing that most fiction tends to contain more dramatic content. Being able to see both sides of their dispute I decided to submit two different versions of this story. Mr. E. (over the top) is my original manuscript. This version presents circumstances that, although are highly unlikely to occur in real life, were fun to write, and hopefully even more enjoyable to read. Mr. E. (Scaled back) is a modified version of the story which intends to. I reached down, finding her thighs and the gap between them. As my fingers found the soft lace material between her legs, I could feel a dampness, at my first touch she groaned louder. I guessed I was doing something right, by her response. I felt the band of her panties and found a gap to slip my finger inside. I could feel her soft wet skin, heat coming from somewhere inside, and copious amounts of moisture dripping on to my hand. Her kiss was hard as my finger pressed at her body, and.