Moving both hands to the back of her head he began pumping in and out of her mouth. I couldn’t help but stick two fingers in my mouth and begin to ...uck them. Wishing it was his thick cock. As his thrust became more frenzied my head bobbed on my fingers faster. I watched as she used one hand to steady herself and the other hand moved to her breast and she began to squeeze and pull her nipple. Suddenly, his movements stopped and he pulled his thick member out of her mouth and grabbed her arms to. They know I have a thing for them, they were cool about me checking them out, but that was somewhat innocent. What the hell should I do?"I leaned towards the door."Oh, that's nice, Pete will love that set on you, Nia. I've never seen a black woman wear dark blue panties," Vienna praised her."Thank you, do you like the thong too?" Nia asked."Turn around, let me see, woman," Vienna whined.I certainly pictured that, and just what Nia was wearing as I saw that set in her hands earlier."Oh, that's. I looked at the tortured face, buried in my pubic hair, every inch ofmy impressive cock, totally, and forcefully buried in this little girls face,well past where her throat ends and her esophagus begins. My wife let out amoan as she began to orgasm from the pure excitement and depravity of it all.Here she was, holding such a young girl down on her husbands cock, fully downon it, not allowing her to breathe. She could kill this little girlright now on her husband's powerful cock , the thought. I had decided on her ultimate fate and made preparations.A week later, I called several old friends from school to come see me in the city. That weekend all three of my old carousing schoolmates showed up at my door. The four of us had a notorious reputation in Cambridge as a very debauched libertine gang of roguesrouges. We called ourselves the "whore-mongers" and the "good" blue-blooded girls of Harvard had mostly shunned us like distasteful outcasts. We had gloried in this distinction.They.