. and finally slipped my mouth around the tip. A spasm ran through my body from my lips to my cunt. I knew, I just new, in that moment, that I was goi...g to spend a lot of time my that beautiful, glorious black cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes. My free hand found my cunt. And I swear it was like I was high, flat-out high on the sensation of that thick cock pulsing in my mouth, the pent-up heat of Michael and Andre's gazes, the soft sigh out of Andre's throat.I worked it gently. A little. "Oh fuck, fuck my ass, your destroying my ass." Beto moaned as Alan began to thrust in and out, but slowly he started to relax and the pain turned to pleasure, and there we were two friends getting double stuffed in a locker room. "Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah." He yelled."Fuck me; own my ass, Ohhhhhh fuck." I yelled back. The last guy now moved in front of me. I took his cock and started sucking it; he quickly exploded in my mouth. Now the guys fucking us were reaching climax. One by one they. Although I wouldn't mind swapping it back and forth."Vic laughed and slapped Jon on the shoulder.Star gave the butterscotch candy a loud, slurpy suck, sent it back into her mouth so that when she spoke she would be understood. "Um, well, I have another one. You can have that you want it." Okay, fine ... I just didn't want to take your candy away. Um, where is it?"Star raised her right leg and placed it on Jon's shoulder. Vic's eyes went wide, he had an inkling of what was coming, but wasn't. Carlson. "Hey, Bailey," he said with a big grin, "You know I don't tell you often enough what a good job you do."I felt myself blushing. "Thank you, Mr. Carlson," I said.I had no trouble finding my way to Bailey's clean, but modest apartment. This apartment of 1982 didn't seem too different from the world I left...the big thing that seemed to be missing were the modern electronics. No home computer. The Internet, of course, wasn't even a gleam in Al Gore's eye. The answering machine seemed big.