The first guy goes back to fucking my mouth, getting it down my throat now with the new position. After about 10 minutes of pain and pleasure, the guy...fucking my throat gets ready to cum. I hear him softly moaning, and his cock selling in my throat. He thrusts hard a few more times, and doves his cock down my throat shooting load after load of hot cum. He stays for a minute, finishing his load, and pulls out. I sit there gasping for air, while the second guy is finishing on my ass. He fucks me. You and your boyfriend can do that when you are ready for it.” She shifted closer to me. “Bolaji, I’m ready. I’m not joking… I don’t have a boyfriend; I just told you that. If there is anyone I could call a boyfriend, it’s you. Please teach me…” “What would I teach you?” I teased. “Don’t pretend… you know what I want. Teach me how to make love… I don’t want to be a virgin any longer.” By this time, my penis had become so hard and for the first time, I had sexual desire for Mary. It suddenly. “You did really well Angel,” he told me before kissing my cheek gently. I can hardly put in words for you how I felt. I hurt so badly between my legs like worse then the worst fight I had ever had with another girl. I felt wetness seem to keep running from inside me and even that didn’t feel good. I was so sore all over including my back, and hips and legs and hurt inside and between my legs like someone had hit me there with a hammer. But they were both there holding and comforting me and. There was a large red curtain where the back of the mirror was above a queen-size red upholstered bench underneath it against the wall. “Hello Grace, there you are, finally…” It was Celia soft voice that she heard right next to her. Grace felt her fingers running through her hair, caressing her face. She closed her eyes as she felt her lips on her neck, her cheek, moving towards her mouth. A warm mouth closed over hers, Celia’s tongue pushing inside her. Grace reciprocated, their mouths.