Instead, I held back. With such a well taken care cock, I wanted to draw out from him as much pre-cum for my tongue to taste and nose to smell before ...lunging over his cock. After some cock teasing with my tongue, my gentleman started to leak pre-cum from his cock. The clear liquid seeping out added lubrication to my licking but also added an amazing sexual musky smell that was driving me crazy - I needed to full immerse myself on this cock! I wrapped my lips around the base of his cock head. This was Mardi Gras when there were absolutely no inhibitions, before 9-11, before Iraq, before Katrina, the last real blowout before the world started turning to shit.We were at the annual Krewe of Cooze Ball, held on the Saturday before Mardi Gras. The Krewe of Cooze was a group that had formed around 1990, and had gotten a word-of-mouth reputation for throwing the best pre-Mardi party in town.They hired a banquet hall -- a lodge of some kind down in the Irish Channel -- a really good band,. Her little wrists squeezed and forced into the ground. The other held her legs by her ankles. Her little white runners now stained with green grass. The last wolf on top of her. She felt his cock slipped down between her legs. She remembered feeling surprised thinking how human like his gigantic cock felt. Except much larger than any man that had ever fucked her. His pre cum dripping cock poked at her pussy entrance. Little Red tried in vain to squeeze her pussy lips together to prevent this. I looked at him with a sad little face. "Now. Don't give me that look. Just do as you're told." I shook my head no and Ms J turned me towards her and she slapped me! Hard! It hurt so much! Mr T turned me back towards him and I shrunk away. "I'm not going to slap you, but I don't think you want Ms J to slap you again, now do you?" I shook my head no. "Well, then I think you know what to do, right?" I nodded and unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. "That's better. Was that so bad?" I.