She was totally losing control as Adriaan fucked her faster and faster – it was so erotic, I lay back on the bed and masturbated myself frantically,...my juices running down my thighs as Diane orgasmed and squirted her juices all over her lover. He gently put her down on the bed beside me, and Diane gasped, “Adriaan, that was wondrous and I do want more, but please give my lover more of the same.”I climbed onto my knees and put as much of his cock as I possibly could down my throat – it was. The sagging was gone. Her nipples were still huge, much more erect than I had ever seen them. They had turned a darker shade of brown than normal. But it was her eyes that both enticed and frightened me. She wore a look of wanton lust; her eyes told me that she was not close to being satisfied. She needed more, a helluva lot more. I found the vibrator. It was not that big, compared with some of the gigantic plastic penises she once owned, and it was even a bit smaller than my cock. I turned. She spiked. I returned. She came in low and I dropped the ball dead by pulling my racquet back just at the moment I made contact. She dove at the ball and returned it, but it bounced back off the wall and hit her for an interference call. No point.The rest of the match followed the same pattern. When I had come onto the court, I was still thinking about what the dean had told me. I was surprised to find Lissa there. She said she always played on Wednesdays and snapped me up when my name came up. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head as I picked up that little carton; could I make love to Jamal? Would I? What would it feel like having another man fuck me, and a black man at that! I’d heard all the usual stuff about the enormous size of black men’s cocks. Was it true? I’d been faithful to Alan for seven years and only two other guy before we met; surely one little fling wouldn’t hurt; after all, it was Alan who wanted me to commit adultery.After much.