Some of them started acting as we wanted the Targets to act (we called them "Semi-Targets"). None of us objected to that, especially not my teammates....It worked out well, because where the Semi-Targets led, the Targets quickly tried to get ahead of them.When the post-honeymoon dates started getting orgy-ish, not all of the girls had wanted to join in. Naturally all of us pretended to be very mature and unconcerned. We reassured them, "You know us; we'd NEVER pressure you into doing anything. . How big are you?” Asked Gemma. “About eight and a half,” said Greg, smugly. “You were on the front row when they handed cock out mate!” Said Laura, admiring my neighbours dick. It wasn’t just long but thick too. ‘You comfortable Greg?’ ‘I guess,’ he said. “I’ll go first then,” I said kneeling between Greg’s legs. Laura sat by his side and I had Gemma kneel on the carpet so she could get a good view. “Shall I take my top off Greg?” I asked. Greg sighed and nodded. I pulled my still slightly. " I had no control over my body. My body was numb. It seemed belong to another's control. My hand raised itself and touched the image of the beautiful girl. I could hear my own voice speak, "I want you."Very thing was wrong. I felt as if a thousand ants were crawling over my body, my face and my hair. Something was happening to me. Something was changing me. Something over which I had no power or control was molding me. I didn't feel frightened or afraid: there was just a numbness in my mind.I. You takin’ this dick.” “Yes, sir,” the sissy whimpered. Brontae grabbed his hair and leaned to nibble on his bottom’s ear the whispered, “You know like my young dick fucking your old faggot pussy. I’m gone slow up. Just take it, baby.” “Okay, daddy!” “That’s it! That’s a good bitch! Let this young nigga do all the work.” Brontae lay flat on Princeton’s back and gyrated softly continuing to push his meat inside. “That pussy is wet as fuck. It feel so good!” “Thank you,” Princeton shrilled. “Oh.