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rising from tiny pinpricks around my hole to shooting needles of pain that ran like the spokes of a wagon wheel from the hub of my arse.
    “Uh-uh, not tonight. Let me into your beautiful arse. Think about how Katie will feel when we take her there the first time, hmm?”
    With that, he gave a rough shove of his hips, and the head of his cock breached me. I was panting, sweat dripping down my face from my temples, and I bit into the quilt to keep my cry muffled. Griff never pulled back and teased that way he often did, driving me almost to delirium, but continued to fill me as quick as my tight muscles allowed.
    “Only one direction until I’m buried in you.”
    He inched further in, pulling an anxious cry from me.
    “Nearly there...are you okay?”
    I grunted in response. I was more than okay, even with the fear and the pain.
    “There, I knew you could take it like this...there we are.” He gave a final nudge and his balls rested against me, my prick desperate for some touch of its own. “You did good, Ari.” His breathing was ragged, and in a few seconds he gave another shove as if he just couldn’t get deep enough inside. Then he lay still, covering my neck and shoulders with kisses, making a tender moment out of one that had been dominated by discomfort.
    He flexed his cock, and I clenched my muscles, our groans of pleasure intermingled in the quiet night.
    “I’m going to start fucking now. You behave and keep your voice down, and I’ll let you stroke your cock while I pleasure myself in your hot, tight arse.”
    I lifted my hips more, giving myself room to grip my swollen prick.
    “That’s my boy.” He pulled out slowly before thrusting back, deep and fast. “Take your cock, Ari, and tell me when you’re about to come.”
    I knew that wouldn’t take long at all. Pre-cum had been leaking in such copious amounts there was a large wet spot darkening the pattern on the quilt beneath us. I reached down with one hand and smeared the juice around the head of my cock, down the shaft, jerking as Griff battered his way in and out of my bottom.
    Suddenly his head was back by my ear. “Do you think Katie can take this?” He shoved in hard again, my muscles having tired so that they no longer tried to keep his intrusion at bay.
    “No...” I grunted. “Too hard for her.”
    “Then I might let you take her in the arse, first. You’re gentler, Ari, you’ll make sure she’s okay. Can you imagine that, sliding in and out of Katie’s bottom as she whimpers and cries and wonders why she’s experiencing such exquisite pleasure when you’re doing such a filthy thing to her?”
    My cum felt as though it was boiling in my balls with the depraved images Griff planted in my mind taking me to the point of explosion.
    “I’m going to release inside you very soon, Ari. Fill you with my hot spunk. Would you like that?” His words were ground out, matching the ferocity of his thrusts.
    I was just about to agree with him, about to explode, hovering right at the point where I changed the rhythm of my cock-stroke when I became aware of a sound near the door.
    “Ah, you’re ready. Let’s go, Ari.”
    I turned my head a little and saw Katie in her nightgown, eyes like saucers, hand across her mouth as if she was trying to restrain the words she wanted to say.
    “Fuck, Griff...she’s here.”
    “Christ!”
    Griff seemed to not have understood my words, and he thrust and grew inside me until one last hard shove when he erupted, spurting wildly, deep into my bowels.
    It was too much for me. Despite the knowledge that Katie was at the door in some state of shock, my thighs tightened. Almost instantly, the agonising feeling at the base of my spine blew apart as I sprayed thick ropes of hot cum across the comforter.
    I collapsed in a heap, Griff on top of me, heaving deep gasps of air when Katie finally spoke.
    “My God, what are you doing?” Her voice was dangerously low and quiet.
    “Katie!” Griff pulled himself out