Taylor had seen the hunk eyeing her tight, young body while she swam laps in the pool. She knew that he’d want to pound something into her, so she assumed the position and waited.

He came over, tipped her back, but instead of his cock, started shoving his fist up her tiny asshole.  The pain ripped through Taylor’s mind faster than the surprise.

After about ten minutes of mind numbing thrusts up her tortured asshole, he had his arm up to his elbow. He pulled free suddenly, then shoved his hand down her panting mouth, telling her that if she did a good job cleaning it, he’d take her out for coffee that weekend.

She sucked, licked, and hoped. She hadn’t been on a date in ages!