Edgar studied his swollen cockhead, the large gob of Vaseline coating the tip blocking any further discharge of precum that had turned the purple crown shiny. The childish flanks before him quivered, the backs of her thighs peppered with goosebumps. She dangled precariously over the sunken tub enamel rim, the eight-inch edge of the rim cutting into the baby fat of her belly. He let go of her red-haired head and pushed firmly at the small of her back, pushing her further down on the rim.

"You're hurting me, let me up."

"Shut 'da fuck up cunt," Eddie said, his voice barely audible as he prodded the rubbery bump with the greased crown.

"But you promised."

"Life's tough, get used to it. If I was some pimply faced druggy you wouldn't be squirming and complaining, you'd be begging me to fuck your tight ass, wouldn't you?"

"No, I wouldn't. It'll hurt too much, all my homies told me so."

"Yet, those same homies have already spread their own buns, hurt or not, for a pimple dicked kid."

Millie didn't answer, realizing the truth in his answer. So what, it'll hurt like hell but at least no one will know about it. I'm surely not going to blab that some fat cop busted my ass cherry and be the laughing stock of the school. No, this will be our secret to keep, I'm sure he won't tell his boss about it either and face going to jail for a million years. Gee, I wonder if some perv is doing this to Susan just at the same time I'm being ass fucked, she wondered with a silent evil chuckle. ......(cont)