"You ready? No yelling now."You ready? No yelling now." I pushed my still over sensitive cockhead into her pucker a quarter inch, like a carpenter starting a nail in hard wood. "Okay. Don't do it too hard, okay?" Mary Anne said it with a sob in her throat. She always said that. If anything, it made me do her harder, and I think she knew that. Laughing nervously, I grabbed her ass in both hands as her sphincter tightened around the tip of my cock, hard. I was halfway afraid of what I was going to do. It was Mary Anne that gave me my cue. "You can do me now. I'm ready." I forced my dick all the way in, in one long slow thrust, causing a muffled groan to escape into the pillow. "Please," She moaned, "Please, not so hard, Please..." Every whimper seemed to make my cock longer, and harder. I plunged it home, again and again, savagely. Mary Anne began to cry. The sound tore at me, churning my emotions, awakening a sick feeling, but only enflaming my lust. Grunting, I sped up the pace, my cock flashing in and out quickly, cleanly. I shifted my grip on her ass, noticing without caring the pink fingertip bruises blossoming in the soft white flesh. |