I held him as if retching cock in deep tongue still under his balls as his sperm disappeared down my throat and as he withdrew he buckled as his cock-...ead came into contact with the slight pressure from my lips, I held him there, clenching my teeth around his mons-glans, using my tongue as a whipping toy, feeling him wince as I applied pressure and poked his small slit of an opening.Finally releasing him, I sat up and told him to get dressed, 'Not a fucking word to anyone', I said, somehow. Grabbing his dick and jerking off shooting his load all over my girlfriends naked body. I am so horny ,pissed off, and jealous. He reaches up grabbing a hold of The metal rails on the top bunk. Pulling himself up. He turns around light from the closet brushing his skin. He is now facing the window that I am looking through. His wet dick still fat and pulsating. Glistening with the juice of the girl I thought I would want to marry. He doesn’t see me as the light reflecting off of the window. They left, promising to be here, an hour early. Vera, Mel and the girls went and brought out the rest of their things, and went in to start cooking, while Bob and Albert finished the loading. They went into town, and filled the pickup with gas, and checked everything they could think of. They finished with the food, and went to the cafe, and had supper, so they could tell Mama, "Good Bye." They all took pictures of her, as they had taken of the brothers, last night, and Pa, this afternoon. They. She was the product of an African-American father and a Korean mother. Rita’s son, Loren, was a couple of years younger than me at 15.Rita and Loren lived in a two-bedroom apartment in a high-end complex. I shared a room with Loren where I slept on the bottom bunk of a metal-framed twin-over-full bunk bed.Within my first week there, I woke up to sounds of Rita screaming. I recall it vividly.“Fuck me,” she hollered.“Take this big dick,” demanded the baritone voice.“Oh, shit,” Rita purred.“Take.