"You sure will, if you just hang in there," Mr. Cranston assured her. "Remember, you can't spell success without the 'e' in 'effort'."

Rachel glanced at him over her shoulder. "That's kind of a dorky thing to say, isn't it? I mean, you can't spell a lot of things without the 'e' in 'effort'."

"Well, you know what I mean," Mr. Cranston shrugged.

And then he started finger banging her tight little asshole good and hard, punching the lube slickened finger in and out of her bowels. Rachel moaned, holding her asscheeks spread wide, thrusting her itchy little asshole onto his finger.

"Unnnggggh! Oh, fuck, that feels good! Okay, Uncle Phil, that's enough! Time to fuck my asshole now! Oh, hurry, hurry."

Mr. Cranston removed his finger. Swiftly he mounted the fuck-hungry dental assistant, holding his big prick in his hand, aiming the swollen tip at the rubbery ring of her well greased shit hole.

Rachel felt the big meat pushing into her, stretching her tightly-muscled anus around the invading thickness of his cock. Bravely she continued to hold her ass spread wide, wincing and grimacing as inch after inch of the giant prick burrowed into her bowels.

There were small stabs of pain as her tight little asshole stretched to accommodate the fuck organ, but it was more than compensated for by intense, throbbing pleasure. Rachel wiggled, helping him sink the big prick into her shit channel. Then she started humping in a steady rhythm, still holding her ass cheeks open, eagerly fucking her tight little asshole onto the satisfying stiffness of his dick.

"Oh, fuck my asshole, Uncle Phil!" she gasped. "Uunggghh! Oh, fuck, it feels really good now! Unngggh! Fuck me deep, Uncle Phil! Oh, shit, oh, please, my asshole wants all of your cock!"