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dry. Quickly he reached over into his nearby bathroom
kit and produced some lubricant, just for occasions like this. He
squirted some on the over-sized head of his cock, rubbed it around,
and then went searching for her entry point. He found it. When he
knew he was in the right place, he thrust his cock in as hard as he
could, making her wince. He looked down at her magnificent ass and
pushed in as deeply as he could. She was tight. He gasped. He
started to pound her. He looked down and saw his erection enter her
from behind and saw how her ass gave way only to then spring him
back to get ready for another thrust. He looked in the mirror at
her grimacing face. He pulled her hair so she would have to see the
action, and see herself submit to him, but her eyes were closed.
Emily appeared unconscious. Mitch completely enjoyed it.
     
    The slapping sound of his groin on her
buttocks excited him even further. His panting and groaning
increased with each thrust. He wanted to take a picture of this
glorious sight but his smartphone was in the room. As was the video
camera he secretly set up. It didn't matter, he told himself. He
had enough on tape. Besides, he was so excited he didn't want to
leave this position. He quickly thought of how he was going to
ejaculate. After all the porn he watched, he had plenty of ideas.
This to him was just like a porn movie. It's not personal, it's
just business, he laughed to himself. Should he pull out and shoot
his semen over her back and tight ass and onto the mirror? He would
never forget that visual if he did. Or just release his immense
load into her, which is what his purple mushroom cock wanted most
of all? The thoughts excited him so much it drove him to his next
orgasm.
     
    He unloaded into her. It seemed like an
eternity for both of them, for different reasons. Mitch saw bright
lights as he came. She saw only darkness. She wanted it over. As he
released, his hands gripping her narrow hips, he grimaced and his
face turned purple. This orgasm was so much stronger than the first
to him. The second orgasms always are to most men. There's a
distinct difference between the first and second, if men can get to
their second. Mitch thought of ways he could keep her for his third
orgasm. He could come multiple times, and when he was younger he
was proud to tell anyone about his talent.
     
    Mitch was satisfied. He slowed to a
stop inside her. He felt his own ejaculate as it gathered at the
base of his cock. He pulled out of her. His juice streamed down her
legs, all the way down to her ankles, where it puddled on the tile
floor. He watched, still holding onto her hips. Her head was now
resting on her arms on the counter of the bathroom. She was silent
and still. Her buttocks were red from his pounding. Squeezing her
cheeks together, he wiped his glistening, dripping member between
her cleavage. He smacked her ass and said, "I'm done. Thanks for
the fun. You're still really tight, Kimber ." But he hoped there was more fun to be
had with her. He had it planned out well. He started whistling as
he left her to clean herself up.

Chapter 4
     
     
    Emily's childhood was one of quiet, grinding
desperation. Her mom raised her alone. Her father left the family
when she was five, never to be heard from again. Her mom had a
heart condition which involved costly medicines. They lived in
shabby apartments, although her mom made sure she always had her
own bedroom. It was a place where she could read books and dream.
Despite their poverty, Emily always did well in school especially
in science. She was quiet and shy, and kept to herself for the most
part at school. She gravitated to other quiet classmates who were
also ashamed of their poverty.
    In high school, her teachers and counselors
recognized her as having what it takes to break out of the cycle of
growing up poor only to continue to be poor as an adult. They urged
her to go on to college. It was something she planned on anyway.
They helped her apply to