Here I want to talk about the time that I was taken by a number of black teens down by the school yard. I was already eighteen; they ranged in age fro... their teens to the latter twenties. It was a beautiful day in first part of June during the early afternoon when I walked down to the school yard to watch some of the guys shoot hoops. I was wearing a white t-shirt, Daisy Duke Shorts, bobby socks and pink converse. My hair was cut in a bob style for the summer. I looked very much like a cute. The natural lubricant was pouring out of his cock now and intoxicated her. She opened her mouth even wider this time and took him deep until every inch of him was buried in her mouth. The feeling of fullness in her mouth turned her on even more. He no longer played the passive patient. His hips started to buck up pushing his pubic area into her face each time she brought it down. She could feel that now familiar surge rushing through his body and particularly in the shaft of his thick cock in. She asks me to bend my knees a little and let my cock slowly drop down so that she can get her lips over the head. I then push up, entering into her. She holds on, her hands around my neck, raises her other leg and rests her whole body on my cock. I turn some to get her back against the wall and then start really fucking her. She’s kissing my face, my shoulders, moaning and grunting, and I fuck on and on. I can feel her cumming well before I ever get there but finally I do, too. She lets. No Molly. Maybe I did imagine it.Just as I was turning to go back downstairs, I heard a slight noise from my closet. I walked over and peered in. Molly was there. She had taken off her sweatshirt and taken one of my dress shirts off a hanger and put it on. She had the tails tied around her bare waist, and the shirt was unbuttoned, showing a healthy gap of bare skin from her throat almost to her belly button. She just looked at me quizzically, one eyebrow raised, not saying a word.I just shook.