Soon, the pace quickened, and Timothy felt the black man's semen splash against his rectum. As the other black man had done before, the swollen shaft ...ntered his anus again, and the man's seed was now churned into paste."Love that fine ass, boy", the black man grunted as he pulled his spent shaft out of Timothy’s behind. The boy sighed with pleasure, as he watched Mr. Oliver lick the remainder of his cum from his foreskin and belly.Then an older, hairy man grabbed Timothy's ankles, and a stubby. There was just something about him...My name is Karen Shepard and I was fourteen at the time. We had just moved here three weeks before from the city where I had been born and lived all my life. There we had a nice three bedroom house on a nice quarter acre lot in a nice neighborhood in a nice suburb. Nothing unusual, just a typical middle class American life. When my dad got the promotion and we had to move here, he and Mom decided they would like a place more in the country. They found one.. The next day our text messages to one another started to become very open. He told me how he had wanted to brush his fingers over my knickers to see how wet I was, which was horny enough, then he said he would have liked to have slipped a finger into my pussy and dropped to his knees and lifted my dress, but he was so turned on that if he had then he probably would have cum in his trousers. Little did he know I wanted to drop to my knees, unzip his trousers and enjoy him too. I found his. She was mine, to do what I wanted, yes, but if Ava made any mention for me to stop, I would. Nevertheless, I went on burying more and more of me inside of her at each in and out, and this time I could see how much of my little girl my thick thing stretched, the delicate lips of her young pussy being forcibly spread open to accommodate me."Ugh! Uungh! Ungh! Huh-Huh! Augh!" Ava's voice changed accordingly to how it went in, how fast, how roughly, from a moan to a pained groan, to a wail. Inch.