Right now, two asses are being plunged brutally, in front of me. Both the owners of the tushies are currently helpless and can’t move a single muscle to prevail it.

But there’s a huge difference, One is an old afro fart, who's ass been torn apart by a sexy mature woman and he is enjoying it a lot. And the other fellow teenager whose ass is being shredded in pieces by a cute labrador dog, who’s not enjoying it at all. Both the view is an eyesore, and only I am the one who could see BIG PICTURE.

Dirk’s outside the Aunt Tiffany’s house, is not useful at the moment. Joe’s is acting as a chair, and not much of help would be expected.

Rob is absorbing the shock waves emitted from each of Mrs. Tiffany’s thrust and also been trampled under their weight at the same time, plus Poncho’s jaws are chewing through his buttocks. All he could do is endure and conceal his pain, whereas I could watch helplessly. Rob can snap any moment now.

We have to do something! Something very quickly!

“Sam? What’s happening there, Sam? Just tell me already, don't keep me hanging there!!”, pestered Joe.

“Sam? SAM?”, the walkie-talkie transmitted.

“Sam? What’s going on there Sam? Tell me what’s, happening? Are they doing anything? Sam?”, the transmission continued.

“Sam? Sam? You are enjoying yourself!! SO SELFISH! Let me know at least, what’s going on there! Sam?”, Joe demanded.

If I inform them about the situation outside they might panic, It’s better I relay them a false message.

“Mrs. Tiffany….Mrs. Tiffany is getting busted in her ass, and her huge boobs are swaying with every thrust! “, I lied.

“Seriously? THE FUCK THAT’s AWESOME!! What else? Is she moaning or what?”, asked Dirk.

“OMG! I wanna see it, I shall pay you for a little glimpse. Sam?..... Sam?”, begged Joe.

I ignored them, both. While Rob continued to endure the pain all alone.

Poncho had torn off his jeans and was licking the candies from his ass one-by-one. While Rob laid like a dead body. He looked like a woman that was recently raped and cream-pied altogether. Rob had sacrificed his anal virginity and his pride for the sake of his friends. He is a true man, and I will never, ever forget his suffering. A manly salute to the savior of the day.

Poncho almost had emptied all the candies. He sat beside Rob’s face and licked him at his cheeks. That rapist dog has no ounce of shame for his doing!!

Rob didn’t move at all. His eyes were lifeless almost as if his spirit has left his body. But it’s been too long, and they might end the foreplay any minute I guess.

Just a little more endurance and we might be free.

Dirk and Joe continued to plead for WHAT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW! But I kept on ignoring them.

Then my right eye started to twitch, which is the sign of something was about to happen.

“How you like it? You old pervy dog?”, asked Mrs. Tiffany while she continued to hurl her dildo inside the old man’s butthole.

“Hmmmhmm,” moaned the old man, he wanted to say something.

So she removed the ball gag, and continued dig,

“OH my Jesus! Stop! STOP!! I can’t hold it anymore. I am gonna break. Please master, stop!” pleaded the old man, while he panted heavily.

“Already about to give up? What a pussy, you are!”, replied Mrs. Tiffany in a sarcastic tone.

“I need to pee! Please let me go to the bathroom. Please!”, the old man continued to beg.

“I won’t allow you to take a break.”, replied Mrs. Tiffany.

She started to exert even more force into her thrust.

“NO! I CAN”T HOLD IT ANYMORE! I am gonna…”

And a geyser of a warm water shot out through his legs, and sprayed all over his and Mrs. Tiffany body as well on the bed mattress.

“Oh my you soiled my bedsheets, and this is a lot of pee, you might even flood my floor. I need to punish you, even harder.”, said Mrs. Tiffany.

Suddenly, Rob came out from his hiding,

“YOU PIECE OF LOOSE SHIT! Don’t start peeing all over the place. I could endure hiding under the bed on the cold, dusty floor, I can even endure your both weight as well as the thrust shock waves, without any complaint. I even suffered Poncho chewing and peeling my skin from the butt, but I would never gonna let that fountain of pee from an old bald fat ugly afro hairy masochist with a loose bunghole, touch me. I have no regrets, even if you turn me to the cops!”

With the flawless speech, Rob stood dazzlingly and glittered with his pride in front of my eyes. Even tho his buttocks were scrambled, injured out in the open.

The two of them were stunned and confused, But quickly Mrs. Tiffany rolled in her bed and grabbed the shotguns in her hands and aimed right towards Rob’s head.

“Who the heck are you?”,asked Mrs. Tiffany.

“Hey, easy there I am a buddy of Sam? I am, not a burglar or anyone bad? Just put that gun away, you might pull that trigger, by mistake.”, asked Rob.

“I don’t know anyone named Sam! Say your prayers,” and she pulled the gun’s external hammer, and was ready to fire.

“Wait, Mrs. Tiffany!!” I cried out and came out of the cabinet.

“Samuel? What the fuck is going on? Are you, are you spying on me?” and she pointed the gun towards me.

“No...NO, not at all. I am not a peeper, this was all coincidence and misunderstanding with a little bad luck, and it all begins with Poncho?”, I blurted out panicking.

“Eh? Who is that behind you?”, asked Mrs. Tiffany while continued to the point that shotgun at me.

“That’s Joe, a friend of mine.”, I answered.

“So what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Joe forgot to leash Poncho, who tailed your kitty inside your home. We rang the bell many times but there was no one inside. We feared that Poncho might destroy your property, so we entered through the open window through your kitchen. But we tried to find him but we failed, and then you guys returned. We panicked, so we hid, ourselves in the bedroom. I KNOW, we should not have trespassed without your permission in the first place, we are truly sorry. We never wanted to pry in your life, and we are no pervert who goes stalking people during their love moments. We are incredibly sorry.”, I said.

Don’t know what I was babbling about but I did apologize, tho. Joe came out as well he started to stretch his arms and legs that was almost numb.

“Wow at last out of that corner. Sorry for intrusion as well as tripping your paint box,” said Joe and he started to ogle Mrs. Tiffany with his pervy attitude.

“You lookin nice, Mrs. Tiffany. I’m Jonathan, best friend of Samuel. Nice to meet y...you”, and Joe paused his glance at the strap-on dildo.

“Nice dildo there!”

And he threw a glance over the rope-tied pervy old man whose rump was uplifted and his butthole was still wide open because of the hard foreplay.

“Eh? Sam? Isn’t that the same green dildo from the bathroom? Why is she wearing it and why is his butthole wide open?”, asked Joe whose eyes started to twirl, as if he was hit by sunstroke.

“This used to be blue dildo but now it’s green, it's the same one from the bathroom. How did you know about that?”, questioned Mrs. Tiffany.

So that blue dildo turned into green thanks to yellow shades from Mr. Old man’s butthole!

“What the FUCK! I think I am about to puke.”, said Joe and covered his mouth.

“Get your ass and vomit outside! You bastards!”, shouted Mrs. Tiffany.

“If that old man can pee and flood your bed, why can't he vomit?” Rob interrupted,

“He is my boyfriend! And this is my house, and I will decide what could happen and what would not!”, countered Mrs. Tiffany.

“Joe, control yourself.”, I said and supported him by the shoulder so that he won’t faint.

Suddenly, Mrs. Tiffany’s lingerie dropped on the floor which was hidden under Joe’s shirt.

“That’s my Bra and panties there! WHAT THE HECK?”, shrieked Mrs. Tiffany.

Both Rob and I stared at that lingerie for a second,

“There is a very good reason for that!”, said Rob.

“And what is that?”, asked Mrs. Tiffany.

“Sam, you can explain it better.”, saying, so he threw the excuse over me.

“...”,

Mrs. Tiffany waited while she shooted daggers.

“Well, Rob might have grabbed it by mistake, when he used your bathroom. He is little retarded in the brain.”, I said.

She looked us with a disgusting look. Well, the old man on the bed with huge defecate hairy rump exposed, didn’t disgust her more than Joe stealing her undergarment, WHat the heck?

“We did not break-in intentionally, just a misunderstanding, I swear.”, I said while I made a puppy innocent face, I can always use this as an excuse to avoid any disputes.

Mrs. Tiffany also loosened her muscles. She must have believed me. She lowered the shotgun and both me and Rob lowered our arms. Joe fainted while he was standing upright. Mrs. Tiffany grabbed a blanket and covered herself.

I took a relief of breath. Suddenly-

“Sam?What happened after she unveiled those big boobies? Did they started having sex or not? TELL ME! Don’t keep me hanging. It’s not fair to keep that all for yourself! Sam!.....Sam??...Sam?”, transmitted the walkie-talkie.

She heard Dirk clear as crystal,

“Alright say your prayers, boys.” Saying, so she equipped the shotgun,

Rob and I took shelter behind the sofa, opposite the bed. But Joe was still sleep standing unconscious.

“Joe! YOU WANNA GET KILLED”, I cried out.

“Don’t you run away! You shit's.”, said Mrs. Tiffany, and aimed right at Joe.

The old man only watched helplessly. Suddenly Joe came to his senses.

The first thing he did was puke over Mrs. Tiffany. Mrs. Tiffany startled and backed off, and she was covered with Joe’s vomit.

Joe ran towards the window and started to wipe his tongue with the curtain. He wanted to clean his tongue because he licked that same dildo that’s been in use for that old man. By mistake, he broke the turned-on lamp that was beside the window, when he pulled the curtain. It made a huge sound like a bang.

Suddenly Dirk came to transmission again,

“What’s the commotion over there? Was that gunfire right now?” asked Dirk.

But I could not reply, as was busy at the moment. Mrs. Tiffany was a little startled and lost her guard because of the sudden vomit. She again aimed the gun,

"You are gonna pay for this, you son of bitch!”, screamed Mrs. Tiffany.

Joe turned around, and then he realized that gun as well as the dildo, in green which was, actually a blue dildo but after continuous usage inside the anal has turned it into the green. After remembering that he licked that same dildo, again he fainted and fell outside the window along with the curtains.

“JOE!!!!!” both Rob and I screamed.

He fell right over the bushes beside Dirk.

“HOLY FUCK! Murder! Murder!,” Dirk screamed and ran away, “Help! Somebody call the police! Murder, someone's killed!”, And he ran around the streets, screaming. His fly was open, and his dick was out in the open. Probably he was fapping before the accident. Dirk mistook the red paint over Joe as blood and thought that breaking of the lamp as gunfire.

I and Rob kneeled on our knees and both our hands at the back of the head. Rob hid his torn butt by the support of the wall. Poncho disappeared.

Mom and Dad arrived there and also did the police.

-To be continued.