I dived between her thighs and buried my face into her cunt. She reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled hard. After a few licks, I plun...ed my tongue into her slit. She quivered, and pulled my head even harder. I took the hint, and stiffened my tongue - using it like a cock. She seemed to love it, and I believed I found her "special place." Dorothy pulled, I plunged, and things were happening very fast.She finally released my head. I pulled away, and she said, "How about some 69?". I thought they were all in L.A. Turns out there are Scientologists everywhere, even Florida.Anyway, when Laird told me we were going to a techno show I got really nervous and sweaty.“Why are you all sweaty?” Laird asked, wiping sweat off my forehead with his pointer finger then putting that finger in his mouth. Laird said that my natural scent turned him on and that he liked the taste of my sweat so this was something he did kind of often. I was uptight back then and even though I always wanted. Suddenly again he pinched my nipples so hard that I cried out in pain and again my body lurched up burying six more inches of his giant cock in my pussy. I screamed again as his thickness expanded each inch of my vagina. He was far past any used pussy, as no man had reached this deep.inside me.He took my hands and held them above my head. The feeling of being held captive under him was exciting. He covered my entire body. I pushed back against his hard cock and I begged for more as I squeezed. "I will only ask you this one more time, are you a faggot?"He looked up, taking my cock out of his mouth, "Yes, I am your faggot." My white cocksucker." Yes, your white cocksucker," he repeated and surprised me when he added, "I love your big hard black cock." He took my stiff rod back in his mouth and began a slow simmering blowjob. It was easily the best blow-job I had ever received; unlike the girls who have blown me, he seemed to worship my cock. Also, unlike most chicks, he didn't whine.