I felt her fingers—two of them—slide into my mouth. "Show me," she said, "how you think you're supposed to suck a cock." When I reached for her ha...nd to push it away, she stopped me. "Do it," she said.For the next thirty seconds I sucked her fingers, keeping my eyes closed. I felt stupid doing it, but I also liked sucking them. I thought of Simon's cock, of Eric's cock, of my own dad's amazing cock being in my mouth. Tracy moved her fingers in my mouth, running them along my tongue, moving them. She took her sweet time and told us not to talk when she went into her bedroom to get some supplies.“What exactly is an enema?” I asked the other girls. They wouldn’t talk.“Oh, so now I am the only rule breaker?” I whispered angrily.“My Aunt used to give herself an enema. They take a plastic bottle and stick it up your ass,” Julie explained.“Why would your Aunt tell you she did that?” I thought it was something perverted.“The water goes in your butt and then washes the shit back out,” Julie. . or so it seemed in the beginning. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" her mind screamed; waiting for the monster inside her to change direction once it had reached its maximum penetration.Jenny's head thrashed slowly back and forth as she groaned. Was it a sign of acceptance or resistance? Jenny wrapped her boot covered legs around him; fighting to make room for the intruder within her. She wrapped her arms around his neck in an involuntary reaction learned from years of marriage.Although. She shifted and settled, so I started again, pulling out just the tiniest bit, and pushing in again gently. Fuck I whispered, but she stayed quiet. I retreated, and squeezed more lube onto my cock, needing to be deeper. I slid forward again, but deeper than Allison was expecting. She tensed and arched her back, and I groaned – the sensations were incredible. I could feel every inch of her skin underneath my hands, she was so warm and wet and tight. I slid in further, almost to the hilt, and.