Trust

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009

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Abstract: A fraternity member is the recipient of a very unusual request from
one of his brethren

"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*".

/END/

Endnote: Composed for the 2006 deirdre Festival at the
alt.sex.stories.moderated newsgroup