I had no idea. You were...”“Vociferously demanding that you sodomize me? I not only meant every word, I was, and am, eager for you to take my ass ...as often as you want, which is a tiny fraction of how often I want you to do it. I don’t really mind pain when it leads to such incredible pleasure. In fact, sometimes I actively like it. We’ve talked about this before, you know. Feeling your cock plowing my bottom is well worth any price.”Wendy smirked, for his organ was threatening to burst out of. "Mistress!!!"RRRRINNNNNNNGGG"Mistress!!!"nnnnnnnhhhh... "Whaaaaaaat???"RRRRINNNNNNNGGG"Oh...the phone!"RRRII"He-llo?" (Mistress did have a wonderful way of speaking on the phone.)"Oh hell-oh, darling...oh, I've been sleeping it off, dar-ling."(Mistress giggled coquettishly.)"...Brutus was around last night, and he WORE ME OUT!" ...yes, I knooooooow...and he gave sissy a right scare, too!!!"(This time, it was more of an evil cackle... just like last night!)Ah yes, LAST night!Brutus is her. ”Cathy had then moved to the left side of the bed. Me? I was still fucking Marsha. Marsha had then fallen onto her elbows, called out, “Okay Dean, show her how a man, how a real man fucks a pussy!”And I had then launched into a rump ramming, butt banging, pussy pumping frenzy. Marsha has what I call an ample ass—not fat, not skinny. But her cheeks ripple and quake when she is banged from behind. Our bodies had clapped together and I had entered into my zone—I was fucking pussy and I was. The nylon tight against thier bodys and the oil on their skin shining in the sun. I thought about the tiny blond hairs on thier stomachs and necks and that little path of pleasure leading to their little virgin pussies. My prick began to swell and I began to wiggle my hips to those thoughts.I was trying to get comfortable and trying to put those thoughts out of my head. My dick continued to grow and throb. I put my hand down inside my shorts and rubbed the head of my cock. It felt so.