Trust

"She *trusts* you."

My fraternity brother Greg had just given me the
*strangest* request I could imagine.  He said his
girlfriend wanted to be spanked and she wanted *me* to do
it.

Now I'm not overly handsome and he'd never taken particular
note of me before, so this seemed odd.  But a brother is a
brother, so I found myself Friday night sitting in Greg's
apartment, having a rum and coke and waiting for his
girlfriend Elena to tell us she was ready.  In a little bit
she called out, and Greg ushered me into the back room.

Elena was in there, naked, bent over a sofa with her feet
wide apart, her brown bottom cheeks glistening with oil or
lotion.  I could see *everything* from the dark winking
rosebud to the swollen pussylips dangling between her
spread thighs.  I started to back up but Greg was right
behind me.  "Go on," he urged me, "she *trusts* you."

I moved forward, conscious of the erection trapped in my
slacks.  I flexed my hand, then slapped her right cheek
tentatively.  "Harder, *please*," she said.  My next slap
had more meat and sensation to it, and I soon found myself
in a regular rhythm, alternating cheeks until Elena was
twisting and rocking and my palms hurt.

My pants were around my ankles; when did that happen?  Greg
had one hand around my cock, thumbing the vein under the
shaft, his other hand on my bottom pushing me toward
Elena's flared rosebud.

The sensation inside her squirming ass was incredible; I
moaned louder than Elena did.  I felt Greg's finger slide
into my bottom while I came.  He was murmuring, "she likes
*company*".