"She got more'n that," boasted Patrick. "I fucked her all ways. Fucked her tight hairless cunt, her tits, her face. Filled the little slut's belly wit... cum. She couldn't get enough of me. I spent the whole afternoon with the horny little bitch. Tonight I'm gonna..."Patrick rambled on describing, in minute detail, every perverse act he had performed on the helpless young woman, and every sexual ordeal he intended to inflict on her, that night, and every night she was a captive. The recitation. I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual intercourse. It was amazing.Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the airport.I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so much less. Under her nightie, I could feel a big soft cock, which was quickly becoming what had to be 8 inches of hardon.She pulled me face away from hers, and shoved my head into her crotch. I got to work sucking that long shaft as good as i could. She started probing my ass with her fingers, applying cold lube to my tight asshole. I was loving it, as I'm extremely sensitive to massages on my ass. I was sucking, licking and gagging on her cock for a good ten minutes, until she slapped my ass and told. Did I say ‘creative writing’? Well, maybe that’s getting ahead of myself. Maybe it’s just an English major. I’m second year. I love literature but I don’t get the whole ‘English’ thing anyway. I have no intention of ever reading Beowulf again, least of all from a scholarly perspective. They don’t like to mention the stupid thing was basically made famous like in the 1930s, so it had zero influence on actual British Literature. Or that ‘Old English’ is a completely different language. They’ll.