She stood up on shaky legs, and turned around, lowering her tight pucker to D's well lubed cock."Take me," she begged. "Make me your white slut, shove...that big nigger dick up my...Uh!"He didn't even let her finish. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down on his cock, shoving nearly half of it through her rosebud. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, as even the dogs had never rammed into her like that. She sat there, mouth open, unable to breath, as D began to bounce her on his rod, pushing. He tugged at his cock, loosening every last drop onto her tongue. Then they went back to his room. “Get down on your knees,” he ordered. She complied happily. It seemed to be one of the few things that still made sense to her: kneeling down and sucking her brother’s cock. He surprised her this time by cramming his cock into her throat right away and holding it there for a good ten seconds. He retreated. “Stick out your tongue, flat against your chin, as far as it will go.” She obeyed. No order. Anyway Donna and I were having some marital problems. For instance, I seemed to ignore her. I concede this fact, but as any good man, I had an excuse. At the office there was a major account being tossed around and if a landed it I would be the big red fish at work. So I was a little preoccupied.One night I came home and Donna had invited a local voodoo priest over to the house. She said that she had found his number in the phone book and that he could help couples experience a new view on. The tingly sensation gave her goose bumps while her vaginal area became damp. She wiggled her arms free from the dress running her fingers through his hair, grabbing him by it to guide him to the sweet spot of her tit. Angie gasped as she tightened her hold when ever Christopher would trace its outline with his tongue and lightly nibble on her eraser formed teat. He freed her right breast pleasuring Angie in a similar manner with her guidance. Christopher’s hands began to trace her stockings.