Date: Fri, 11 May 2007 12:46:38 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: new to the neighborhood-2

NEW TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD-2

Pt-1
	I don't know how long I was laying face down unconscious on the
floor, but when I came to, Bruce was licking my asshole clean of his own
cum. I awoke to his steady lapping between my ass cheeks. Feeling woozy, I
rolled over onto my back to protect my ass from any further assault, then
pushed Bruce away to get my barring. Bruce was still prancing around me,
wagging his tail and trying to lick my face. I felt his sloppy wet tongue
slapping me against my chin, lips, nose, and facial cheeks. "Stop Bruce!
Stop it boy! Bad Dog! Bad Dog!!" I scolded him for fucking me so
viscously. Bruce whimpered sadly as if understanding me, tucking his tail
as he wandered over into a corner to keep an eye on me as I staggered to my
feet.
	My asshole felt really sore and irritated. I slowly (carefully)
made my way into the bathroom where I closed the door on Bruce for
privacy. I went to the sink and splash cold water on my face to help wake
me up. I could feel liquid starting to dribble down from my asshole,
streaking down my inner thighs like rain droplets. I quickly ran a finger
up my hairy ass crack, checking for blood. Luckily there was no
blood. Curiously I sniffed my fingers, smelling the strong scent of my
dog's cum on my fingertips. Giving into impulse, I tasted it, licking a
sample from my finger. Disgusted by my actions, I spit it out into the
sink, and washed my hands clean. Then I jumped into the tube and finally
got to take that hot shower I wanted earlier.

	I thought back over the events leading up to my doggy-rape, and
decided it was probably all MY fault. I led Bruce on by allowing him to
lick my private areas while I masturbated to my favorite porno. I let him
lick my asshole, giving him the false impression that I was one of his
bitches. The soap burned into the scratches on my back and ribs from his
claws when he was fucking me. My asshole was sore to the touch as I gently
ran a soapy wash cloth over it. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks,
letting the warm water splatter against my cherry hole. After the shower, I
dried myself off, then decided to check the damage in the mirror in my
bedroom.
	When I opened the door, Bruce was standing there wagging his
tail. "Bad dog!" I said, not yet ready to forgive him. He bowed his head as
I walked pass him, and slammed my bedroom door. I walked over to the large
adjustable mirror I have standing in the corner of my room, turned my back
to it, and bent over. Spreading my cheeks like I did in the shower, I
pulled the cheeks apart, then peeked over my shoulder to see my asshole in
the reflection.

"Oh shit...!" I gasped when I saw how red, bruised, and swollen it looked
around a forest of black hair after the rough fucking Bruce had given it! I
went back out into the bathroom, grabbing a tube of Preparation-H (for
painful swelling and irritation) from the medicine cabinet to rub over my
swollen anus. "Very BAD DOG!" I yelled, causing Bruce to whimper as he
ducked into the living room to escape me. I went back into the bedroom and
bent over in front of the mirror, then anointed some of the ointment to my
sore hole. The cream soothed some of the soreness as I rubbed my finger
around the swollen anal lips. Curiously, I gently pressed my middle
fingertip inside to see just how sore it really was. My tight asshole
snapped around the fingertip, as I quickly pulled it out. My asshole
throbbed angrily, causing me to realize my mistake in teasing it so soon
after my attack. When I stood up from my inspection, I found myself with
another hardon just from playing with my asshole. "What's getting into you,
Matt?" I asked myself shamefully as I got into bed. No sooner had I laid
down, did Bruce come running in and jumped up on the bed. "No Bruce! Stop!
Stop it...!" I laughed as he licked at my face happily as if all was
forgotten. I couldn't stay mad at him for long as I began patting
him. "Okay..., okay, you can sleep in my bed again tonight! But only until
your dog house is complete!" I warned, pushing his heavy head away. Bruce
walked back down towards the foot of the bed, and laid down as I settled in
under the covers and fell off to sleep.


Pt-2
	The next morning, I awoke to find Bruce barking in the kitchen. I
rose up in bed, my face sore and my hair matted from sleeping so hard on my
pillow. I looked over at the clock, to see that it was only
7:20am. "Bruce...!" I called, trying to shut him up. But Bruce continued to
bark, as if he was trying to get at something.
	I lazily dragged myself from bed, then staggered off into the
bathroom to take a piss. "Bruce!" I called more sternly. "What're you
barking at, boy?" I asked, pissing into the toilet bowl. Bruce continued to
bark away, getting louder if that were at all possible. `Maybe he had to go
to the restroom too', I thought to myself as I flushed the toilet. "Okay,
okay boy, I'm coming!" I said, heading out towards the kitchen. Bruce was
standing up on his hind legs, looking out into the back yard window through
the curtains.

"You have to use the bathroom too, boy?" I asked, rushing to the back
door. Bruce looked over at me, then realized I was about to open the
door. He jumped down from the window and ran over towards me as I unlocked
and opened the back door to let him out. "Go ahead..., pee!" I said, as he
flew pass me.
	Bruce began barking again as soon as the fresh air hit his face. I
scratched my head as I stood in the doorway naked to watch him, when I
noticed there was someone in my back yard.

"Hey! Hey! HELP!" yelled a man, ducking behind a large piece of timber wood
as Bruce ran up to him. Bruce jumped up in the wood, snipping at the man as
he hid behind the large piece of flannelling.

"Bruce! Bruce! Come back here boy!" I called, but he ignored me. I feared
Bruce might actually bite the man if he got a hold of him, so I ducked out
into the early morning naked as a Jay-Bird to grab him by his collar. "Back
Bruce! Heel, boy! Down!" I shouted, using all of my strength to pull him
back. I bent down, hiding my nakedness behind Bruce's body as I held him
close and pat him down to keep him calm. "Who are you?" I asked the man
hiding behind the wood panel. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Patrick!" said the man (who looked to be in his early 20's), as if I
should know who he was. "I'm from Home Depot! I'm here to build your dog
house!" he said, noticing the confused expression on my face. "We spoke the
other day?"

"Oh..., right!" I said, completely forgetting about the appointment I made
and finally recognizing his Home Depot logo and uniform. "I'm sorry!"

"I know I should have called first, but I really wanted to get an early
start on this and thought I might be able to sneak in and get started
before the sun got too high." he smiled.

"Oh, yeah..., I understand!" I said pulling Bruce back towards the house,
suddenly embarrassed by my nakedness. Bruce was still fighting to get back
at the man as I struggled to get him inside and close the door. I quickly
ran back into my bedroom and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt before
heading back out into the back yard to apologize for the strange greeting.
	Patrick laughed, saying it was okay and that it was his fault for
not calling first. I offered him something cold to drink after he showed me
the plans for my new dog house. "Sure man, thanks!" he said, accepting my
offer. I scooted back into the house, pushing Bruce back out of the way as
I ran over to the fridge to get the pitcher of iced tea I made yesterday
for dinner. I poured Pat a tall glass, added some ice, then took it back
out to him just as he started to shed his shirt.

"Thanks, man!" he said, taking the glass from my hand as he began to drink
it down halfway. "You didn't have to get dressed on MY account!" he joked,
causing me to blush with embarrassment.

"I don't usually streak around my property outside naked!" I assured him.

"Hey man, it's YOUR house..., you're free to do whatever you want!" he
laughed, taking another huge gulp of iced tea. "It's amazing how hot it's
gotten already!" he said, wiping the sweat off of his brow and onto the
back of his forearm. I couldn't help but notice Pat's strong young muscular
physique as he stood there bare chest in front of me.

"Yeah..., it is a trifle warm this morning..." I agreed, trying not to
stare.

"You new to town?" he asked, turning the glass up to his lips.

"Yes. How'd you know?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I'd never seen you before the other day when you came into the Depot
to schedule this appointment... I mean, after awhile, you kinda get to know
practically everyone in a small town like this." he said, matter of
fact. "Where you from? The City?" he asked.

"Yes." I said, not saying which city.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, curiously.

"A few weeks." I said, amused.

"Have you met your neighbors yet?"

"uh..., no. Not really." I said, looking over at the houses in the near
distance.

"ah..., more of a hermit, eh?" he asked/assumed. "You live alone?"

"Yes." I said, wondering why all the questions.

"What happened? Get divorced recently or something?" he joked.

"How'd you know?" I asked surprised, and somewhat suspicious.

"Lucky guess, I guess." he said. "Why else would someone like yourself move
to a small out of the way town like Bogotá Bay from the City, unless he's
nursing himself from a botched relationship or in the witness protection
program?" laughed Patrick.

"Yeah.., I suppose..." I said in agreement. "What about yourself? What are
YOU doing in a town like this?"

"Born and raised here, man. I had no choice!" frowned Pat, mocking a sad
face.

"Seems like a nice enough place to raise a family." I said, having liked
what I saw so far.

"Yeah..., if you're into family!" mumbled Pat. "Well..., I guess I'd better
finish up this dog house, and get out of your hair." he said, finishing off
the iced tea before handing me back the empty glass.

"I'm, uh..., going for my morning run..." I announced to the carpenter as
he began sawing wood and hammering nails. "...do you need anything before I
leave?"

"No. No..., I'm okay!" smiled Pat, as I headed for the house to get Bruce.
	We did our morning jog around the neighborhood as several of my new
neighbors and some of the more friendly townsfolk blew their horns and
waved at us as we ran by their houses and intersections. Patrick had been
right, the sun was a beamer today as the sweat began to pour off my body
and soak my through my clothing. Bruce stopped several times to use the
rest-tree, fire hydrant, and an occasional bush to piss on. By the time we
made our way back home, we were both panting hard and thirsty for water.
	I took Bruce in through the front door, so we wouldn't disturb
Patrick. I went into the kitchen, and poured some food and fresh water into
Bruce's dishes. Then I peeked out the back window to check on Pat's
progress. He was working hard on the house, lining up the wood to make sure
he messaged it correctly. I peeled off my jogging clothes, and made my way
into the shower.

	In the shower, I once again became aware of my sore asshole once I
started to wash it. It was still tender and sensitive to the touch, so I
was sure to be gentle while washing and applying more ointment.
	After dressing I went into my office/den and turned on my computer
for work. While the computer booted up, I went back into the kitchen to see
what Bruce was up to, and to check on Pat. Bruce was still looking out the
back window, barking occasionally at the perfect stranger. "Get back, boy!"
I ordered, pulling him out of the window as I replaced him with my face. I
was surprised to see not one, but two men out back. Curious, I grabbed two
glasses of iced tea, and went out to investigate.

"Hello...?" I said, walking up to the two men.

"Hi..." said the new comer, holding out his hand to shake. "...I'm Hank
Russell, your next door neighbor!" He looked to be a mature man (like
myself), obviously in his mid to late 40's, but very well built as he stood
in a tight t-shirt, jeans, and work boots.

"Oh! Hi!" I said, speechless. I handed Patrick another cold glass of iced
tea, then shook Hank's hand. "I'm Matt..., Mathew Pinnellton." I
introduced.

"I know..." said Hank with a broad smile. "...small town."

"Oh, right." I said, handing him the extra iced tea.

"Thanks." he said, accepting it. "I meant to come by earlier when you first
moved in..., but I work so late..., I didn't want to disturb you."
continued Hank, sounding apologetic.

"It's okay, man..., I've been so busy with the move and finding out how
this town works..., that I haven't really had time to meet anyone yet
anyway." I explained.

"Oh. So you haven't checked out the night life yet?" he asked, sounding
hopeful.

"I wasn't aware this ton had a night life!" I said, jokingly.

"Well..., I'm sure it's not as wild and varied as that big city you come
from..." said Hank, sounding a tad insulted by my joke. "...but we know how
to party when it counts!" he assured me.

"Yeah..." chimed in Patrick. "...if you don't mind going to the same club,
and seeing the same girl strip every weekend!" he added, with a frown.

"It's not THAT bad!" insisted Hank. "The youngsters like Pat here, likes to
take frequent trips into the City to get their rocks off..." informed Hank.

"Nothing wrong with that!" smiled Patrick.

"...while us older guys like to look locally for our entertainment." he
added, tilting his iced tea up to his mustached lips.

"Nothing like those City-girls with their long legs, short skirts, and fake
tits bulging out of their shirts!" glee Patrick, reminiscing.

"Yeah..., except with those City-girls..., you have to make damn sure that
they really ARE girls!" smirked Hank, causing us all to laugh out loud.
	Hank and I watched Patrick build the dog house for a few minutes,
then decided to leave him to his work. Hank asked if I'd be interested in
hanging out for a beer sometime, and I said "sure". So we made plans to
hook up this weekend so he could show me around and officially introduce me
to people.

	After saying goodbye, I went back inside and began to work. I had
to call my home office to talk over some glitches with my boss, but other
than that it was just a lot of reading and correcting typos (I'm a book
editor). A couple of hours had passed when I heard a knock on the back
door. Bruce was in the kitchen barking at the door when I got there and
opened it, holding him by his collar.

"All finished!" announced Patrick, presenting me his finished work.
	I walked outside to inspect it, letting Bruce go as he curiously
ran over to it and began sniffing around.

"It's beautiful!" I said, really liking Pat's work.
	I got down on my hands and knees, and peered inside. "Nice and
roomy!" I said, admiring the interior.

"I made it big enough for two dogs!" I said, proud of his work.

"Thanks!" I said, climbing out. I saw Bruce sniffing hard around the base
as he lifted his leg, and began to mark his territory.

"Seems the dog likes it too!" smiled Patrick.
	I turned and shook Pat's hand, telling him how good a job he'd
done, and how pleased I was with his work.

"Thanks mr Pinnellton!" he said, gathering up his tools and left over wood.

"Please.., call me Matt." I insisted.

"Thanks Matt." he smiled, loading his Home Depot truck.

"Would you like another glass of tea before you leave?" I asked, seeing how
badly he was perspiring from the sun.

"uh..., no. I'm okay." he said.

"Well..., at least come inside and wash your face before we settle the
balance!" I insisted, leading him into the house.

"Ooohhh..., cool air..." sighed Patrick, feeling the air conditioning hit
him like a cool breeze. His nipples hardened the instant the air hit his
body. I showed him into the bathroom where he could freshen up. I handed
him a clean wash cloth, and left him to do the rest. I heard the water
running, and figured he was washing his face to cool down some. I went into
my bedroom to find my wallet. I was searching through the dirty clothes
hamper for the pants I'd worn yesterday, when I heard Patrick wander into
my bedroom.

"Nice house, man..." he said, looking around.

"Thanks." I said, finding my wallet. Patrick reached into his back pocket
and pulled out my pre-planned service bill. I counted out the money,
ignoring his red ripe nipples as I concentrated on the cash and giving him
a big tip.

"Thanks, Matt!" he said, noticing the extra money. "If there's ANY problems
with the dog house, or you need me for anything else ay all, don't hesitate
to call me!" he said, pulling out a Home Depot business card. Before I
could take it from him, he pulled out a pin and scribbled his private cell
phone number on the back. "Call me anytime!" he insisted.

"I will!" I said, walking him back towards the back door.
	Bruce was still inspecting his new house, wagging his tail happily
as I walked Pat to his truck and watched him drive off. Bruce spent the
rest of the afternoon in the back yard in his new house while he went back
to work on my computer.


Pt-3
	Later that evening, I shut off my computer and took Bruce for his
nightly walk. When we got back, I gave him fresh water and food, then
ducked into the living room to watch TV. I flipped through the stations
bored. It didn't take long before I decided to pop in my porno and jerk
off.
	I closed all the curtains, then stripped down naked and settled
back in my favorite chair. In this scene a single white female was getting
butt fucked up the ass by 2 well endowed men (one black, one white). I
reached down and started to stroke my hardened cock as I watched the first
guy's cock sliding in and out of her asshole. I had usually fast forward
through this part of the DVD, wanting to see more cock sucking and pussy
fucking, but for some strange reason, I found the anal fucking oddly erotic
this time.

	The hard white cock moving in and out of the woman's ass was big,
at least about 8 and 1/2 inches in length. The girl was a pretty, blonde,
with big tits a red cunt and a fat ass..., but it was the guys I found
myself really checking out.
	The first man was short, but well built and muscular. He was hairy
with a thick cock as he held her by his hips and fucked her
doggy-style. The girl humped back and moaned with each plunge of his
cock. Occasionally he would pull the entire cock out for the camera,
showing us her well fucked wet anus before shoving his thick white pole
back inside her for more. She moaned and groaned erotically. I wondered if
she felt like I did last night when Bruce had fucked me unconscious on my
living room floor? No.., but the way she was moaning, she was really
digging the human cock in her ass.
	I continued to jerk off, watching their every move as he fucked her
completely and thoroughly. The camera shot from several different angles,
giving us every possible way to see his cock disappear up inside her. I
found my own finger trailing down from my cock, to my ass crack. My
fingertip toyed with my tender opening as I watched the girl get
fucked. Could getting fucked really feel as good as she's making it out to
look? There was a point last night when Bruce's cock wasn't hurting as
much..., where I actually started to think it felt kind of okay, but then
he tried to pull it out and the pain returned. My asshole flexed as I
recalled the terrible pain that ripped through my anus when Bruce
exited. Maybe if I kept the "knot" from somehow entering my ass, it might
not hurt as bad?

	I watched the man fucking the girl announce that he was
cumming. The camera man zoomed in on his cock and balls, as they pulsed and
pumped her anal canal full of hot cum. We could hear both of them grunting
rhythmically as he orgasm inside her. When he finally pulled out, her anus
looked fat and puffy, a lot like mine did this morning after Bruce had
fucked me. He held her cheeks wide open so the camera could get a clear
shot. The black man moved into position as soon as the white guy was done,
his big black bull cock nestling right up to her red swollen anal lips. He
pushed right in, causing her to really gasp and groan. His cock was bigger
than the white guy's, about 10 inches in thick dark living color. The long
dong looked like a black snake creeping into a hole as it sank easily
inside her. I licked my finger, then slipped the tip into my asshole to
simulate the same fucking.

"mmm..." I moaned, feeling a connection with my asshole.
	I watched the big black cock fucking in and out of the white girl's
fat round ass. He was using every inch of his long meat, treating her like
a real whore as he fucked her entire anal chute with his gigantic dong. The
girl was moaning like a true whore, begging him to fuck her harder and give
her MORE COCK! My eyes were glued to the TV as he hammered her like a
doll. She took everything he had to offer. When he yanked his dick out, her
anus looked huge! It hung open wide before he shoved his entire cock back
inside. I could practically feel the thrusts as I fingered my hole gently
while watching. The girl looked like she was having the fuck of her life
when the camera man ran around to show her face. She had her eyes closed,
her mouth was gaped open as she moaned continuously from the rough
fucking. She masturbated herself wildly, tickling her clitoris to keep
herself amused while he used her. All too soon he announced he too was
cumming, and pulled his cock out of her hole just in time to see the first
blast shoot from his cock head, and fire straight into her perfectly round
anal "O" ring without even touching the sides. He then shoved his still
spurting cock back inside her, finishing off his orgasm.
	I felt an overwhelming urge to get doggy fucked again, and went in
search of Bruce.

"Here, boy! Come here!" I called, racing into the bathroom for the jar of
Vaseline I had in the cabinet.
	Bruce came into the bathroom with me, wagging his tail and licking
his chops. "Hey boy! You want to fuck me again, boy?" I asked, my hard cock
sticking straight out in front of me. Bruce sniffed my balls before
following me back into the living room. I re-winded the DvD, wanting to see
the anal scene again while I got fucked. I sat back in the seat and spread
my legs while Bruce sniffed and licked at my hairy ball sack. The sensation
had my cock leaking pre-cum before I could even get my legs into the air so
he could lick my asshole.

"That's it boy! Lick my hole! Get it good and wet!" I told him, feeling his
cold nose and warm tongue all along my exposed crack. I decided to leave my
cock alone, for fear I'd cum too soon and chicken out on letting Bruce fuck
me again. I watched the white guy butt fucking the white woman again as I
got down on all fours. Bruce pranced around me with excitement, I could see
his cock starting to peek out of its sheath as he found my butt again and
started licking. I kept my eyes glued to the television set, watching the
whole scene unfold when Bruce abandoned his anal licking, and mounted me.

"Wait boy!" I pleaded, dipping my fingers into the jar of Vaseline. I
reached down between my spread legs and found my tight tiny anal ring
before Bruce's cock did. I smeared a generous amount over the lips, then
darted a finger roughly inside to coat the insides. Bruce's tongue slobber
was all over my ass crack, helping to make my butt slippery. I felt his
claws scratching into my back and ribs, giving me more scares as he hunched
his hind legs to poke his cock into me. The fat tip slapped into my ass
cheeks a couple of times before hitting the bulls-eye.

"AAAHHHHH!!" I screamed, feeling the tip penetrate me precisely. I tried to
buck away, but Bruce's front paws curled around my waist to hold me into
place while he humped. His cock pulled back for a second, then rammed
forth, sinking in deeper. "AARRRRHHHH!!" I screamed louder, feeling my anus
stretch wide. Bruce humped and humped into me, causing his cock to fuck in
and out as I gasped for breath and pounded the floor with my fists.

"How did I allow myself to get into this predicament again??" I asked
myself, feeling like a total idiot.
	I grit my teeth and I bared the pain, peeking back up at the
television screen to see the white guy cumming inside the girl. His cock
and balls pulsed and throbbed as the cum pumped forth through his cock and
into her well planted ass. I felt envious, wishing I could take it as
easily as she. But the pain of Bruce's cock was much to painful to
enjoy. When the guy pulled from her ass so the camera could zoom in on her
dilated hole, I noticed her hand rubbing away at her clit, keeping herself
stimulated so she would enjoy it. With that in mind, I reached down between
my legs and grabbed my softened cock and began to yank on it. Slowly it
started to fatten in my hand as my mind concentrated less and less on
getting fucked, and more on masturbating and watching the porno.

	The black cock plunged into the red anus as Bruce was fucking me
with quick, fast, steady thrusts. He never stopped, never slowed down,
never re-adjusted or changed positions. All he did was stick it in and fuck
away like a jack rabbit. Pretty soon my asshole started to mold to the
shape of his thrusting cock. I started to relax, actually feeling good
about this fucking when Bruce's knot started to swell. I felt it banging at
my anal lips on the re-entry, and knew the pain was about to return.
	I tried to stop myself from tensing, concentrating more on the
movie than what was happening to me. Bruce's knot pierced through, and I
shouted out in searing pain. Bruce never stopping fucking as his cock
continued to move through me like a well oiled machine. I looked up at the
screen to see the black cock's cum shoot into the perfectly round anal "O"
before plunging all the way back inside. I grabbed my own cock and began
jerking it, trying to keep my mind pre-occupied. Suddenly Bruce's knot
began banging into my prostate, and my cock swelled to complete erection.

"Of Fuck, Bruce...!" I moaned, feeling an electric jolt shoot through me.
	I could hear Bruce panting heavily behind me, his doggy drool
dripping down between my shoulder blades as he fucked me like one of his
whores. When the black cock finally finished cumming inside the girl on
screen, he withdrew to show just how ruined her anal muscles were. Semen
seeped easily from her fucked insides, drooling down onto her pussy lips as
she masturbated herself to orgasm. Just then, I felt Bruce's cock pulse and
pump inside of me, then I felt his huge cum deluge fill my sore full
rectum. He continued to thrust as we were tied together, his huge knot
constantly banging against my throbbing prostate. That triggered my own
orgasm, causing me to cum all over my carpeted floor without even touching
my cock.

"OH FUCK! AHHH!! OH SHIT! OH FUCK ME, BRUCE! YES!!" I shouted, cumming hard
as my spasming asshole massaged his plunging cock. I felt like I was on
cloud-nine, until Bruce suddenly decided he was finished, and climbed down
off my scratched and spit drooled back.

"No, Bruce..., wait boy!" I yelled, fearing the awful return of pain. But
Bruce was finished, and ready to move on. His cock continued to pulse and
ooze his doggy semen into me, even as he started to pull away from me. "No
Bruce..., please...!!" I begged, reaching around behind me to grab his
collar.
	Bruce tried to avoid me, thinking I was playing as he ducked my
grasp. Each pull against me caused his knot to tug at my tight anal ring. I
cried in pain as I fought to keep him from ripping it from me. I finally
got a hold of his collar, holding him in place while his cock drained and
his knot shrank. When his cock finally fell from my asshole (spilling
watery semen down my legs), it felt like I'd just ran a race. I collapsed
on the floor exhausted, my ass facing the ceiling as I breathed in carpet
fibers.
	Bruce sniffed around my head and face, licking at my bare shoulders
as his nose nudged me to get up. He wandered down my body back toward my
ass. I spread my legs like a slut as he sniffed my cummy hole and stated to
lap me there again. His warm wet tongue felt like medicine to my swollen
anus as I lay there and enjoyed the afterglow of our fuck.