Alexis Chapter 2

I spread them apart with my hands to help him. I feel a wetness against my asshole, followed by a huge amount of pleasure. I push myself back against Mr. Hughes' tongue, letting him probe my smooth asshole with it. I shut my eyes and begin to moan softly as he laps away at my asshole, spreading it apart with his tongue and working it in just a little. He traces around the ring of my hole with his tongue and then pushes hard against my opening, fucking my little boy hole with it.

Once he feels that I'm excited enough-it's not as if I already wasn't-Mr. Hughes slaps my ass and tells me to stand up. I oblige, and he pulls down my skirt, leaving my g-string and sandals on. He produces a bottle of KY from his pocket and slathers it onto his eight inch penis.

"Lean down over the armrest of the couch whore," he demands. I nervously bend over the side of the couch, still standing up, and bury my face in my arms. I've fucked myself plenty of times with my dildo, but I've always known that that wouldn't be enough to prepare me for the real thing.

Mr. Hughes squirts some lube onto two of his fingers and roughly smears it onto my already saliva covered asshole. He works two fingers in and fucks me with them for a few seconds, lubing me up on the inside too. By the time he's finished, my asshole is dripping wet, just waiting to be invaded by a nice, throbbing cock.

In just a few seconds, it is. Mr. Hughes pulls me back a little, readjusting me. I push my ass up towards him more.

"Spread your legs apart more," he says. I do, and he pulls my g-string down and lets it stay around my shins. He's holding me apart with one hand and guiding his cock with the other. I relax and shut my eyes, trying to keep my asshole from tensing.

I feel something warm against my hole, and then a sharp pain as he pushes the head of himself in. I let out a loud squeal and bite my bottom lip in pain, balling my fists and trying to relax.

"Oh shit. You're a little virgin aren't you?" Mr. Hughes asks.