"I packed my bag. And called a taxi. I wasn't sure how I was going to get out when the cab came, you know? She was raging up and down outside my room....Hitting the door. I thought about yelling back at her, but I knew that wouldn't work. I thought about slugging her, knocking her down so I could escape. I really did. And for a minute I really wanted to. But I couldn't have, really."Mary was crying again. I shoved a box of tissues across the table."Then I saw Dad's car come in the driveway. I. Velda and Monique sucked the horse hard with their loving mouths. Each of them had had a taste of brute cock up their loins and it inflamed them.They cherished the ebony pecker as if it were a tool of the gods. It was the king of all cocks, a whore's dream, a deadly instrument that could kill.The self-destructiveness the horsecock represented spurred them on to decadent heights. The touch of murder raised the women's lust to fever pitch.They mashed it between their breasts and then kissed it.. “Thanks,” she said, “I haven’t cum like that in a long time. I really needed that.”“No problem. Glad I could help.” I got up, unaware at just how hard I was. She looked down at the bulge practically in her face.“Seems like you enjoyed it too” she smirked at me.I turned a little red. “Yeah, that was really hot” I explained.“Yeah it was. Here, sit down.”I sat down next to her. She stood up and kneeled in front of me, between my legs. “Wait. What?” I started to object.“Do you want to cum. When she turned to the mirror, her back to him, he felt his cock rising, hard and hot. The curve of her hips, flowing down to legs that seemed impossibly long, took his breathe away, and he held on to the window frame, as his legs unexpectedly went weak. She turned again, and her profile was striking. He watched as she cupped her breasts and tilted her head. Her hands snaked slowly, almost timidly, down her concave belly and down to dwell between her thighs. Hesitantly, she began to stroke.