She was exhausted; and so was I. So they sat back on the sofa and she ordered me to sit between his legs. They started kissing and making fun of me, t...at I’m such a sissy loser. I sat like a dog on a leash and listened to this degradation of my sexuality. She pulled my head to his crotch and told me, “let’s play a game”. I was to take his limp cock and loose-hanging balls into my mouth all together and sit like a dog with my mouth stuffed. She said I could lick her cunt for as much time as I. The boys tongue separated, and rolled his balls inside his sack then were spit out as again he lip locked onto the side of Myron's shaft. Lips and tongue combined as they left a trail of warm wetness up to his head, quickly, the head engulfed again to the warm wet depths, saliva leaking he began bobbing, slowly taking more and more of Myron in. Then they hit the barrier, again and again Myron felt he couldn't get thru, didn't matter he though, it was way wonderful so far. The boy pushed him. She blushed. I knew this was the chance I had I went near her and held her by her arms and kissed her lips she kissed me back .I removed her nighty in a jiffy and started to fondle her breasts and nipples. she took off my t-shirt and was opening my trousers and lowered my undies to release my cock. I put her onto the bed and started to suck her breasts. There was some liquid coming out and I knew it was milk as she had kids. It tasted kind of funny. I went down to her navel and licked it and. .. until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn't. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my.