Men were changing places, different men were rubbing my cock, then my cock was in different mouths, then my mouth was sucking on different cocks. All ...f these old guys were living out their depraved, lustful, exciting actions on my body. What a feeling it was to know that my youthful body was giving so many old guys such wonderful pleasure. Next a cock was up my ass and one in my mouth.My cock wasn't as hard now for some reason, but the height of pleasure was even higher. Cocks shot their cum. I got real excited. The boys were at my feet and I said that if I had 2 young studs flirting with me, that I would at least let them get to 2nd or even 3rd base. They laughed and one of the boys brushed his cock, as it was hardening. I looked at his cock and then his eyes and licked my lips. Behind them I could see my husband stroking really fast. We were, both enjoying this. After my husband shot his load he came out an told the boys that they could make a few bucks by helping him movea few. She undid the black leather bra and dropped it the floor. She unzipped the black latex hot pants and slid them down her legs. She got on the floor on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder apprehensively.“I think it’s time to test out that pussy of yours! I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream!” I gloated.“Please master no! Please no! It’s a bad time for me!” she protested.“What do you mean, ‘bad time’! I’ve got a hard on, so I say it’s a good time!” I said as I positioned myself behind. OK. Fine. A label. A role. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Bring it on. All of it was a dimension of her–not an identity. She was also Dr. Susan Kensington the scientist, scholar and so much more. Why could they not co-exist, each part of who she was? No conflict was necessary. Society could shove its narrow-eyed judgments of culture and religion up its ass. Fuck it all. She denied that artificial morality of sex, those constraints of supposedly normal behavior: the chains of others trying to control and.