“have you had your prostate massaged before Frank?” he asked and I had to say that I hadn’t so he asked me to scoot down the table a bit and ret...urned to the foot, he told me to put my knees up and widen my legs which I did and then I felt his oily finger slide into my arsehole and surprisingly it went in quite easily as he wiggled it about, the feeling sent shockwaves through my whole body as he made contact with my prostate, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it as he slipped another finger. ‘Fuck me!’ I stood up, pulled down my shiny leggings, and bent over the toilet, my hands to the wall. I exposed my juicy ass to him, tattooed with the words ‘BUTT SLUT’ on each cheek. He was absolutely speechless, both in shock and excitement. ‘That is some fine ass you got, girl!’ he said laughing. His enormous dick still hard, he decided to go through with it. I felt the tip enter my tight asshole. Pain overflowed my senses, but I knew that the tip was only the worst part. Few more inches…. "I think it’d be so erotic, something right out of True Story magazine."Young people today have probably never heard of that publication but many of us old guys enjoyed reading in that magazine about "making love" as it was termed. Nobody fucked back then! Or sucked, heaven forbid!I do recall a story where a girl was poked by two cocks - one front and the other aft - and another tale where a wife came home and found her hubby on the floor "making love" with a neighbor. A male neighbor, of. Helga had thought about trying to get her father to seduce her, but was very shy. But events played out well for her any way. Helga was terrified of electrical storms and often ran to her parents to be comforted and would spend the rest of the night sleeping between their naked bodies unashamedly. That summer served up a very strong electrical storm and Helga raced to her parents bed room, but of course only her father slept there. At first reluctant to enter once her eyes had grown accustomed.