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His mind travelled back to the events of the summer in the gardens of Rosebank Manor with Lucia and Ben. He thought about the young, dusky skinned, luscious girl, her pussy so tight, and her boyfriend, fucking his arse before he doled out the furiously angry buggering to Lucia. Looking down at his own young, well-upholstered girlfriend, he realised that he could have quite a lot of fun without even leaving home, now that she appeared willing to share some of his fantasies. No need to tell her about anything else, she was still remarkably innocent, but he would train her, and he would prepare her well. Everything would be perfect.

The present being an opportune time and place to begin her schooling. Max turned the vibrator up to its fastest setting, holding it steadily in place. The central shaft rotated inside her pussy, anal probe vibrating in her arsehole, clitoral stimulator buzzing against her clit, Clare panting her way to a ferocious orgasm. Max held the vibrator firmly in place forcing Clare to orgasm continually until she was sobbing in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain.

"Too much for you is it?" he said, refusing to stop, although she begged between sobs, not quite so hungry now she had been indulged to the full.

"I'm not used to this, Max. I don't think I want to come anymore," she whimpered.

"That's not what it feels like to me, darling. Looks as if you're insatiable and who am I to stop you?" Contradicting his words, he removed the vibrator. "Don't move a muscle or I'll tie you up and do it again," he laughed.

"You have a black heart," she groaned, lapsing into a silent pout.

"Do you want to marry me, Clare?"

"Yes," she said, "I do."

"Even though I'm so much older than you?"

"Yes, I want to marry you, now, more than ever."

"Then you'll do as you're told tonight, and in the future too, that way, we'll be just fine. Get up onto your hands and knees, I need to fuck you, and I want to do it from behind. Do as I say, there's a smart girl, you want to please me don't you?"

Clare silently did his bidding, while he prepared himself with a condom, before smearing her anus thoroughly with lube, eliciting a yelp of shock.

"Cold is it?" he chuckled, pushing forward, gently probing her tight hole, slowly, exceedingly slowly, entering her snug passage, inch by inch.

Clare moaned constantly, squirming as he cautiously entered her virgin arse.

"Okay, darling, okay, hold on, keep still, darling, I'm coming in," he gasped, almost overcome with excitement and worried that he would come prematurely.

"Ooo, Max, ooo, Max..."

Her words drove him forward, deep into her. He grabbed a fistful of her luxurious hair, pulling her head sharply back. An elated surge of power to thrill through his entire body, hardening his enormous cock, the smell of sex rose into the air, escaping from between them. The nipple chain swayed backwards and forwards, mirroring the motion of her pendulous breasts, matching the rhythm of his efforts as he pounded her hard. Alternately slapping her rosy-red arse cheeks with as much force as he could muster, relentlessly riding her, and ruthlessly copying the way Ben had buggered Lucia.

"Argh! Argh! Max, oh, Max. Oh, oh, no, ooo, no."

Neither crying nor sighing, somewhere between agony and ecstasy, Clare's words catching in her throat as the sensations in her rectum began to overwhelm her.

Encouraged by the soft, tight grip of her sheath, her cries served to urge him forward. He was thrilled by this new, hot, sassy Clare, his blood pumped and jumped in his veins, his nostrils flared, tingling. His brain a tumbling mass of energy, he surged onward, allowing his feelings to engulf him utterly. He knew, in spite of her feeble protests, she was spiralling towards orgasm. He could feel her sphincter in spasm around his hard, pulsing cock.

The sounds erupting from Clare became guttural. She began masturbating while, as promised, he spanked and sodomised her. The noises let loose from the girl beneath him changed to soft growls of joy when he brought her to another explosive climax, and ejaculated high up into her rectum with a final lunge of delight.