Unfortunately, we didn’t end up rescheduling, so life and routine got in the way, therefore I never became that cum slut I was earmarked to become.A...out a year and a half later, I had moved out of state, and back; without a change to the cock notches in my bed post. Then one day, my wife went out of town. True to my character, I spent my free time in the evenings, watching bareback porn, and bouncing around the gay dating sites. All of a sudden, I remembered my unfulfilled training, I quickly. “I’ll bet you’ve masturbated over Martha in the past, haven’t you Chester?” Martha managed to withhold the gasp she’d ordinarily have exuded at such a lewd comment, the though of him shooting his mess in the base act that all males practiced, and in a sexual desire for her, excited her ego further as the quivering Chester looked up to her, his cock poking rigid in submissive pleasure at being humiliated.“Yes ... yes Mistress ... I’ve masturbated over thoughts of Martha’s wilful superiority .... The next day Bazza woke up and headed downstairs only in a tight pair of boxer shorts, his bulge was showing pretty much, Bazza has always had a good cock size and was only to proud to show it. When he got downstairs Helen was in the kitchen washing up, Bazza brushed beside her his cock touching Helen’s ass, she quickly turned round dropping a plate as she looked down towards Bazza’s cock. OH MY GOD! She sighed, Bazza laughed morning how are you today, Helen struggled to speak, erm, erm good. A slow walk into town got us to the bowling alley at about ten past six, just in time to walk in with Allan and Anna.Allan grinned as he pashed Vikki and then shook my hand. "G'day fellow fuckers, how goes it? "I'm hard just thinking about all that fucking we'll be doing." Fuckin' oath," said Anna, "My cunt's wet already." Yeah," said Allan as he pushed a hand under her skirt and between her legs, "nothing unusual." He lifted her skirt and showed off a pussy as bald as Vikki's. Then he ran a.