“Holy shit! 10 and a half fucking inches! What a stud!” “Do you know what this means?” Gasped Tina “What?” I asked with bated breath. “...ou can deep throat almost eleven inches of cock.” “I might like to try to learn more…” I said winsomely. Greg stood and pumped his pole experimentally a few times. “Tell you what I’ll pound your pussy if you promise to enjoy it. Deal?” “Deal!” I shook his cock on it, then turned around onto my hands and knees on the machine’s bench. “Now then,” He said, “We’ll. And before you ask, yes, that means you'll get hit with Jerome's balls. You've already got a load of his baby juice in your stomach, so don't worry about it."Jerome's cock filled my vision as he slid into Hannah's pussy. I didn't dare touch myself as the sight of Hannah's ass jiggling and Jerome's cock fucking her pussy would have me cumming in two strokes. His balls were at least twice as big as mine, and I knew he had buckets of cum in them. He fucked her so hard she didn't have a chance to. Even knowing full well what wasunderneath and the tricks used to hide it, there was still a sexual thrillwhen I lifted the hem. How often do you get to look up a woman's skirts?The edge of white panties showed under the dark panty of the hose.There was a bump in the hall. Rachael found me brushing my hair backnonchalantly, still twisting in place for the fun of it."Put these on," she said, holding out what looked like a strip of whitesilk and a thin band of leather. A tiny belt. It even had a. She wrapped her blanket tighter around her body. The candle flame flickered. Then she heard it and knew what it was; it sounded like whispering of the wind through a cracked window. If she payed close attention she knew she would hear words in some lost language, but somehow she would know, or maybe feel, what was being said even if she didn’t understand the words themselves. But, on this night she was too tired to concentrate. “Who’s that?” she said without looking up. The whispering wind.