Sex and Saran Wrap

Chad wiped his spent cock on my lips and face then went to go sit down in an armchair. Pete was penetrating my asshole again by now. I just lay my head down to take it. Pete was saying something in my ear, “…usually blowjobs but Chad didn’t want your back door. I didn’t think I would like it this much but I am.

His dick stretched my hole but not unbearable. I felt his dick making ingress and the further it went in the more it stretched. Yet still, I could take it.

It went farther and farther until I had no ability to avoid grunting from the pressure. I didn’t want to give him any satisfaction for causing me any discomfort, but it was too deep to ignore. I imagined my insides bending and giving way to what felt like a large straight club of a cock. They were supposed to curve and coil themselves but could not help but be straightened at the intrusion. And yes, it hurt when that cock was at its deepest.

He kept going, sawing in and out. After a short time I did feel his thighs pressed against the back of mine. I never did feel his balls strike mine, I think the Saran bindings interfered.

I continued to grunt involuntarily each time my innards were assaulted, but then I heard a second voice grunting. It was Pete, unlike mine, his weren’t grunts of discomfort but of great pleasure.