His cock tasted salty, he was humping slowly in my mouth until he was completely hard, it was about 7.5 inches hard. I felt disgusted but also excited... I was slowly sucking him, he pulled out and held his balls. He said "Lick them" I took my tongue out and started licking his balls. He was moaning, he then put his cock in my mouth again. He held my face and started fucking my face. He was pushing his cock deeper it was making me gag. After some more face fucking he pushed as deep as he could,. I wanted to protest, and kept up trying to push him away. But I couldn't. I was overcomed, by those lips.Fast forward. A few weeks later. Jacking off while watching porn on my computer. I stumble upon a cuckolding video and my memory brings back to mind the pieces of the puzzle. I put it together. One, two, three strikes, you're out ! And I am turned on !So I watch more of the same, and specially, a white wife cuckolding her husband with a well hung black man. And I start reading stories about. But at those times his dewy, hairy, firm chest and abs, and that line of hair that went down… his powerful legs, all distractions from his limp worm. And I’d seen it flashed briefly as he turned away when I’d walked in on him in the bath. And of course I’d seen it outlined in his pants, and knew it was big. But now, now it was a rampant dragon, a serpent of ancient mythology, the staff of power, the inspiration for every phallic symbol ever devised, and I hungered to see it.And I hungered to. “What have you done with her?” they all felt Lisa hatefully screech at the smoky-looking thing she’d captured.‘She was ready,’ it replied. ‘She called to me… She needed to move on…’‘This was an exercise in pain control!’ Lisa snarled. ‘She was supposed to die! You get her back here, right now!’‘She does not desire…’‘NOW!’The Hurrah suddenly found itself surrounded by fire again. It didn’t understand why it couldn’t move. There was no being in the entire universe capable of trapping one of its.