I peeked around the corner and I saw Sara taking off her bikini bottom. She looked around again and pulled something from her bag. What was it? Oh my ...od, it was a vibrator!I must go home now. I needed to masturbate now! I slipped my hand in my shorts. I was so wet. My pussy was just dripping. My tight shorts already had a wet spot in the crotch. I slowly caressed my wet lips with one hand while my other hand was tugging on my hard nipples. A low moan distracted me. It was Sara. She was using. Speaking of which..." She straddled him and rubbed her groin against his."Martha, I've got company." She won't mind." I just met her." It's already beyond that. Sorry Doreen. I promise I won't take him from you. Just borrow him on occasion." I wanted her to sing one of my songs," Calvin objected, though his cock wanted planting in a nice juicy cunt, even if the cunt offered wasn't the one that interested him at the moment."Can you play the piano?' Martha asked Doreen. Doreen nodded. "Then play. Even as she did so she could feel the weight of the first round of ejactulate sliding into her stomach and the sensation sickened her. Eventually, he gave a shudder and pulled her off him. She dutifully gulped down the last of his come, first licking her lips to collect all of the sticky residue.“You’re quite the cocksucker,” Johnny complemented her as she sat on her haunches, her tongue busy in her mouth in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the awful taste of him. Realising that she could. As for being the Steven King of erotica, that’s pushing it a bit I’m sure but thanks anyway. Please keep the comments coming. I’m going to take this in a number of different directions and have several more character I want to add. I’d be happy to take suggestions and see how they might play into the storyline. Chapter 8: Marriage, Babies & Slave Training By the time I got home that night it was 2:00 AM and I really expected everyone to be sound asleep. The house was quiet when I arrived so I.