We got in and I could smell his cologne. It was something strong, but pleasant smelling and not overpowering. As he drove us to dinner, we chatted. He...was an assistant professor at a local university and he found out I was an active duty sailor. Which piqued his interest, because "don't ask, don't tell" I was considered forbidden fruit. I wasn't out for the most part. If my chain of command ever found out my career would be over. So we agreed not to speak about my career publicly.We ate, he. Just a massage and blow job. Besides that, I had already cum. I wasn’t nineteen years old anymore and able to get an erection every five minutes!“I should go!” I answered, knowing it was unlikely that I’d get an erection any time soon.“It’s early!” she answered kind of tickling my inner thigh.“I’ll make you a deal,” Marie said. “If I can make you hard again, you have to fuck me!”I was honestly in shock at her comment. She likes me and wants to fuck me! Part of me started to become excited at. It felt so warm and wet, I had never felt anything like it. Slowly I started fucking her, pushing deeper into her vagina with every thrust while I rubbed her clit. She let out loud, high-pitched gasps as I fucked her hard form behind, panting against her shoulder, our bodies rhythmically convulsing. And then she screamed, and I came, shooting wave after of semen deep into my little sister's vagina, filling it's tight space while she shook with orgasm. Gasping and sweaty, our orgasms subsided. The six-feet-three-inch, two-hundred-fifty-pound dark-skinned man looked at the slim boi.“Come inside,” Marcus ordered.The twenty-six year old complied and said, “Yes, sir”It was a Sunday – the second one of September. Marcus had asked the pussyboi to come over before the game. It was the season opener for the New York Giants. They were playing the Dallas Cowboys. The sissy boi switched inside. He was five-feet-six and weighed one-twenty-two. He had a caramel-mocha-latte complexion. The game.