Kelly sat up and flipped forward with her face in Paul’s crotch as she sucked his cock clean.I got up and grabbed three cold beers and passed them a...ound. Paul held Kelly’s until she deemed his cock clean enough.Paul broke the silence. “It’s too bad my family hates camping because I think it’s about the best thing I have ever done in my life.” We all had a good laugh. Paul couldn’t help himself when he asked us if this was how we normally go camping.Kelly took the ball. She explained that we. I could feel his balls tighten and I withdrew till just the head was in my mouth, when he grabbed my head and moaned he was coming. The first shot was hot against my tongue and I started swallowing. String after string came fast and strong. It was more cum than I had ever had in my mouth at one time. I frantically tried to keep up with the flow and decided it would be better shooting directly down my throat. I drove his shaft deep into my gullet. The flow subsided and his cock stopped. Many are the days he’s reduced me to the point of tears, mocking everything I did and even the way I dressed and talked. I was not the only one either; D’Costa would focus on one victim for a few weeks until the thrill of tormenting him or her wore off, and then move on to a new target for a while, and then yet another, before eventually returning to the first one. He had a keen nose, though; he would never, ever, target anyone whose parents were rich and influential. Of course, these days he. As always, her pussy began tingling. Frank might have put on a few pounds since that night he’d popped her cherry, but he still looked good in a ruddy and stocky way. He had always been a virile man who in his younger days had screwed her ragged, and even now that he had turned sixty, he still fucked her every night. “What are you looking at?” she asked suspiciously.Frank smiled and shrugged. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking of a way to keep me from flirting.” He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously at.