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The only one that seemed to notice was Kellie…she kept staring at it and asking questions…all I could do was squeak and croak which she seemed to find humorous. “Sounds like you swallowed a frog, Mom…and it got something on you” she laughed…so did Kyle. Chapter 6[b] Kyle left me alone the rest of the day and almost all of Sunday…which was the first day I felt that I was starting to heal…the defoliate area was now just pink…and the swelling around the tattoos was going down. As long as I did not touch that ring…my clit was only a dull pain. But then it was Sunday night…Kyle cornered my in my bedroom…on purpose. He told me to turn around…he lifted my dress and I felt his hands on my ass. Whispered a prayer that he was not going to fuck me…I did not think that my clit could handle it. He lifted my dress over my head…I clenched my eyes…the other kids and Ken were just down the hall watching TV…Kyle massaged my tits from behind, pulled my nipples hard…I could not stop them from responding. I felt his hand slide between the crack of my ass…. Oh no, I thought…he is going for my pussy…but his fingers stopped at the entrance of my ass. Felt a finger slowly circle my asshole. In my head an alarm went off…nobody messes with my asshole…way back when, before Kyle was born, one person tried…it never happened and it never would….that area was forbidden…it was virgin. His finger slightly penetrated…I jerked forward trying to separate, but Kyle had my clamped against him. He pushed his finger in further…then all the way in…I second finger spread me further… “Kyle…no…no…please…that….I am…I have never given that up…” I hoarsely whispered, almost crying. “So….are you saying that your asshole is still a virgin?” I nodded my head…hoping he would take mercy…it was not to be. A third finger was inserted…he went in and out…he was finger fucking my asshole even as I tried my best to clamp it shut. He withdrew for a second…then I felt something wet and cold against it…I looked under my arm…a squished tube of K-Y jelly laid on the nightstand… All I could do was tighten my sphincter as hard as I could…but something cylindrical, hard and cold penetrated…my asshole slowly yielded…whatever it was, it was long…and he forced it in, then pulled it out, then back in again…the next time he pulled it out…something much larger, larger than the ring of my asshole pushed against it. Kyle reached around me and pressed what appeared to be a shiny dildo sideways between my teeth…he leaned forward, “Here bite on this…” I had to bite down…Kyle forced that large object into my ass…it was his dick and it was stretching me to the max…I could actually feel my sphincter muscles stretch…maybe even tear. He did not care…He just drove his cock all the way in. I was no longer a virgin… The tightness must have been a motivation; because he came in the shortest time I have had the pleasure of being the recipient. But it did not lesson the amount. When he pulled out…his jizz poured from my dilated asshole…it ran down my legs…causing a puddle to form next to my bed. Could not stop the tears from flowing…the last vestige of control was now gone. Kyle turned me around….looking Indian Girls Fucking at me as if studying his own work…he flicked the ring going through my clit…the pain searing through me as I flinched. He just chortled… My ass was sore for two days…worried about not being able to control a bowel movement…gave myself multiple enemas. Tried to get all residue of Kyle out of me… [b]Chapter 7 Thankfully the workweek arrived…gave me time to recover. Had to wear loose clothing, and despite my wanting to rebel against Kyle’s no panties edict…I could not wear any because it bothered the clit ring. Which was turning out to be a different type of bothering. Thursday morning I accidentally rubbed the ring while I was wiping myself…there was just a smidgen of uncomforting, but also a tingle…I lightly touched it again…flicking it slightly…a shiver ran through me. By the end of the day, I was like a kid that can’t stop picking at zit…I was playing with the clit ring even under my desk. That night…for a reason that is beyond me, I told Kyle about it. I look up at her. I gazed back from the passenger’s side of the car to look at Molly, who was sitting in the back seat. Details to be flushed out and (m'nazh a twa)" I ask. Inhabiting a feyhound was as much fun as being fucked by one. Paws. The way in which the mage actually put the satyr on Cleo was tricky since she would no longer go near him for fear of his notorious spitefulness. I have heard of such devices. I reach over and touch her face. Now alone with his counterpart from America, Yoo-jin slumped down in a chair with a heavy sigh. I sat up on my elbows, my heart beating faster and faster as I watched her mouth move closer and closer to my pussy. He finished off by adding the letters ‘GD’ in white, between her breasts. There is a low rumbling as we approach. I let go off her legs and lay down beside her exhausted . She was still moaning from the punishment her pussy has received 3 times within a span of 1 hour. Carmen said " she said she had a 4x4 with snow tires, chains and a winch". We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there. I did, however, get a bit more comfortable there as I didn’t feel like I was being judged for not talking. It was incredible. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, Indian Girls Fucking spreading my legs wide and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted access. They coated my tongue. Baby’s Birthday It was late, and the gym was sparsely populated when my wife Amanda arrived. With that said, there was one particular moment when we were out for breakfast that stands out as the turning point in our friendship, one that whenever I think about what happened, is the time that changed our simple friendship to one that was more of a relationship. He inserted another finger shoving them all the way in. There lies Clark in a pool of blood. All I can feel is the intense tight feel as my cock rams her asshole going deeper and deeper into her bowels. I’m 100% positive no one would even notice if I never showed up.