As Grace got out of the car, she glanced over at Tony, who was making his way up the steps to the front door of her home. The house she had spent almost her entire life in, full of memories from youth till her current time in high school. The view of her house was now defiled with the figure of Tony, an unassumingly scary and sick individual who had just dumped a massive load of sperm in Grace's stomach only a few minutes prior. She could only imagine what he wanted next.
As he reached the top of the steps, Tony turned and looked back at Grace and her shapely figure. How he craved what he would get from her the rest of the afternoon. She saw the fire in his eyes; a signal that the future would not bode well.
"What are you waiting for?" he said, teasing her from afar. His tone exhibited an eagerness to make it through the doorway into her home.
Grace grabbed her backpack out of Tony's car before heading up the stairs herself. As she got to the door she reached behind her into the side pocket of her backpack, removing the keys. Her hands were shaking slightly, not allowing her to get a firm grasp on them.
"Open the door, Grace." Tony said to her, as she continued to fumble. He reached out with a hand, groping one of her asscheeks through her yoga pants. It filled his entire hand and more, the flesh pushing between his fingers and caressing his hand like a pillow. He kneaded it as Grace continued to search for her keys, the undesired presence on her backside inspiring her to search faster.
"Jesus Christ...this ass is insane," he said with pure wonder, still kneading her with his hand. In the tight pants, her ass looked like two globes side-by-side. They jutted out from her waist, an obscene display compared to the size of her frame.
"Fuck off, Tony," Grace replied as she finally opened the door, trying to pull herself away from his grip. Tony quickly removed his hand from her thick butt and wrapped it in her hair, pulling her head back. She was immobilized by the stinging pain on her scalp from his taut grip.
"That's no way to talk to me, Grace. I own you now. That butt of yours, it's mine. Hell, your entire body is mine too. Everything you flaunt around at school, it belongs to me. Need I continue?"
"Ah!" Grace exclaimed as he gave an extra yank to her hair, "You don't own shit, Tony." He glared at her, and pulled her inside.
"We'll fucking see about that."
He led her by the hair, emitting occasional 'ow!'s from Grace, into the house and to the living room. To their left was a couch across from a large TV, a coffee table and some decoration adorning the room. He pulled her backpack off her and threw it to the side. In one motion he bent her body over the armrest of the dark leather couch, causing her to fall forwards and leaving her knees slightly bent. It was too short for her to stand up while bent over, but too high for her to rest her knees on the floor, so she partially knelt and stood off the edge of the couch. Her ass was perched on top of the armrest, the plump spheres pointing to the sky.
Grabbing her yoga pants around her cheeks, Tony pulled as hard as he could. Grace heard the sound of the fabric beginning to tear.
"What the fuck Tony?!"
Not a second later, the fabric tore right at her crack, exposing both of her voluptuous cheeks to the open air. Tony tore them further, making sure the entirety of her ass was exposed. Just like the unfortunate pants, Tony grabbed her panties and quickly ripped them, leaving her completely open to him.
With both hands he grabbed her cheeks, one in each hand, violently kneading and groping them. He clapped them together, the loud and sharp sound echoing through the room. Taking one hand off her cheeks, he reached for his phone with the other, and took a few photographs of her wide rear and pussy lips peeking between her legs.
"Fuck, I'm going to have some fun with these."
Leaning in, Tony began to kiss and run his tongue over her plump cheeks. His grip on her kept her body held down on the couch, helpless to get up. Taking his time he worked over her, not leaving a square inch left undiscovered as he savored the smooth and plush skin before him.
Soon, Tony moved to his prize. Taking one hand off her ass, he began to stroke her folds, just like he had in the car. Instantly, Grace gasped and her breathing rose and he continued to rub her with different motions, switching up his direction and pace to see what got to her. Grace was notoriously sensitive, so even the lightest touch from Tony would get her riled up.
Moving further, Tony pressed his head in between her plump cheeks and began to work his tongue around her lips. Grace immediately let out moans at the strokes Tony was making behind her. Despite her compromising position and desire for Tony to pack up his things and leave, her body was betraying her. The movement of his tongue convinced Grace that she wouldn't put up a fight.
He continued to eat her out from behind, stroking her with his tongue and using one hand to assist. Occasionally, he would dart his tongue inside her, inching past her opening and teasing her.
He brought down his other hand from groping her cheeks to her asshole. He stuck a finger in his mouth, lubricating it, before bringing it back to her asshole and working it around her ring.
"Not there, Tony, please don't," Grace pleaded. She was fine getting eaten out, but had rarely even done anything that included the anus.
Tony took her denial as an invitation, pushing forward with the finger. He made a bit of progress, the tip of it entering her sphincter. He slowly inched in, until it was buried up to his knuckle.
"When I say you belong to me, Grace, that means ALL your holes belong to me."
The finger in her ass had surprisingly increased Grace's sensation. With his hands, Tony had fingers in both of her holes, and Grace moaned even louder than before. From Tony's finger, she realized her ass was just as sensitive as her pussy, and the combination of his hands and mouth working her out was causing her brain to fog over.
Tony continued his pace, building her up closer to orgasm, feeling her involuntary shakes and twitches. Grace could feel herself reaching the edge, when all of a sudden, everything stopped.
Grace lifted her head up and tried to look back up at Tony, but his hand moved to her back and pushed her down.
