“Don’t be gentle.” I told her indian and grabbed her dick and pressed it into me. “You little whore”, she said, “you’re going to get it.” She started slamming into me. She alternated from holding my hips to pulling my hair. She kept pounding and pounding into my asshole. “Are you OK?” she asked and I could hear in her voice that she was hoping that the answer would be yes. She didn’t want to stop. “You’re fucking me so hard, Rhonda. I love it, my ass loves it, but I may need just a little more lube”, I begged her. “But don’t latin put too much. I like it to hurt some.” She gave me no lube. Rhonda, as I said before, could be very aggressive and enjoyed rape fantasies. When she was drinking, she had a mean streak. Tonight she had been drinking. I felt her dig her fingers into my hips and push down. She lifted her knees off the bed so that she was perched on the balls of her feet and her hands. She proceeded mature to bludgeon my asshole with her cock. She fucked me harder than I have every fucked a girl. She fucked me until my head was pushed into and turned sideways against the wall. My knees had slipped all the way apart and I was almost flat on the bed. My panties were stretched and biting into my hips. My asshole, prostate and colon were raw and sore. I felt brutalized, used and dirty. The position was awkward and uncomfortable and her strokes were relentless and her member came out of me and slid up my crack and back smearing lube as it missed its target. She took this intermission to pull me back down onto the bed and into position again. I could feel her dragging the head of her cock around my balls and ass to gather some lube on it to continue her onslaught. My teen asshole was ragged. I knew she had the energy to keep this up and that she would destroy my colon if she could. Rhonda and I got really rough at times. Correction: Rhonda got really rough at times. Really rough. She punched me in the mouth once after licking her asshole while she used a amateur vibrator. We had established a safe word system like responsible couples should. It wasn’t cute like saying “red, yellow or green” and it wasn’t some bizarre word that one would never say during sex to ensure that there was no confusion. It was more straight forward and to the point. When things went too far, we agreed to simply tell the other to stop what they were doing. Rhonda was preparing to penetrate my gaped hole again but was not being as careful as before. She didn’t want or need the right angle to penetrate me. She could have used the thick end of a baseball bat at any angle and my sloppy, sore ass would have easily accommodated it. “No, don’t Rhonda. I could feel my heart beat faster, something about him always made me excited. Into dreams. She wasn’t too happy with those instructions, she was still VERY confused about what I had done and what I meant by submitting to him completely. I didn't know why, but it made my pussy melt even more. If you would all just give me some space ?” “I’ll withdraw. There were about 8 other women of all ages getting changed in there and when we went into the school gym to start there were a few more women and 4 men, about 20 in all. After a teen few minutes of this, I began to undress. He marched forward and grabbed Mrs. Armstrong and hauled her off the massage table. We ended the meeting with another management gangbang. “I'm a wicked wife. “I heard she went mishing, shame thing everyone elsh hash heard.” “Your mother will be here in about two hours.” I know she loved it, this will be good when they get together. No-one was there. He reached over with his other amateur hand and pushed her blonde hair out of her face. He was so ridiculously handsome and she was more than beautiful. Then she broke the kiss and said, “Ready?” Until last night, Georgia and I both thought Uncle Wayne was her father. Free beer and getting paid, by then I was latin feeling pretty good. My love juices flowed freely as mature my hubby rubbed my swollen clit harder and faster as I came. “AHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCCCKKK!” she yelled, nearly screaming. She was going to play with her soiled panties, soaked with her son’s cum, while she got off. "And what would you do? It was small exclusive store with handmade dresses. me nuts as indian I pushed my lips further over his penis. That's when I see the schoolgirl costume. As soon as it was off I felt normal again, but my mind was trying to process what I felt. I had to climb over the top of the ‘whipping-T’ for a spanking.