I clawed the bedspread with both hands and tried to dig my knees in, tried to get away. My fever made me weak. It was a bewitched feeling… not being able to resist the lusty tickle inside my cunt. And I could hear the slick stuff smacking around between my ass-cheeks. It wasn't just hand lotion now. There was a sharp aroma in the room, too… something I'd never smelled before.

"Huunn! Ohhh, God, stop it! Please stop it!"

"I can't, Robyn… damn!" Barry was still lunging at me, spearing his cock into my asshole as deep as it would go every time he brought his powerful hips forward. The shock made my butt shiver again and again as he drove me down into the bed. And then at last I felt his twitching convulsions fade. With a groan, he pulled his long cock out of my asshole and my poor bong pinched tight again. I wanted to cry from embarrassment and shame.

"I hate you! You're worse than an animal!"

"Yeah," Barry chuckled, rolling onto his back, "guess I am."

Somehow I made it to my feet and limped to the bathroom. My butt tingled and my asshole glowed with the stretching it'd gotten. Though I wanted to deny it, my dripping pussy felt blistered and in need of caresses. How could that have happened when Barry had been doing it… the wrong way? I pulled off all my things. I was still trembling.

I leaned against the side of the tub and turned on the water. Moaning from the memory of how I'd teen used, I climbed over the edge and let the warm currents swirl up around me. When the water came level with my cunt and a wavelet washed over my swollen clit, I shuddered violently. Nothing had been done to my pussy. Dry had hardly even touched it.

But in all those years I'd never made myself come. I'd had a few close calls. It was hard resisting that kind of stuff on a Saturday morning when I could lie in the bed late. But I knew that my mother would never approve. As for my father, he lived in another world. We just wouldn't ever discuss things like that together.