I watched her face, every time I shoved my cock deep into her she gritted her teeth and hissed lightly. I could smell her, I could feel her, I felt he... breath on my ear; I wanted all my senses to experience the girl so I bent my head and licked her neck. That final touch, my tongue on her skin triggered our orgasms. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t control it, I didn't want too. I was in the throes of a wild, exciting fuck and sensed that she was getting as much pleasure from me as I was from. Randy had been my best friend forever though, so I'd never really had another one. Once in awhile I'd hang out with the other guys, you know, like we'd play football together or baseball in the summer. Sometimes I'd go to someone's house and play videogames, but once I'd started getting girlfriends, that had pretty much stopped. For about a month there, closer to two months now, I'd spent all my free time with girls or avoiding girls, or just worrying about girls. It didn't leave a lot of time. I stood looking at Brandy as she struggled to get up off the big oak box she had just been fist fucked over by her elder brother, I went over and lift her under the arms so she slid off the box onto her feet. She stood looking at me, tears had ruined her make up and she let out a big sob, she tried to smile at me but it was a very weak attempt of bravery on her behalf. Are you OK  I asked her softly, she said  yes , but where did my brother go  and I said I don ™t know he just left. Instead she pulled her buttocks apart herself and hunkered down. It looked like she was trying to make herself accommodate him less painfully while keeping a secure position over the back of the couch. Suddenly, he thrust into her Holly with such force that she nearly fell over the couch. As she was scrambling to get back into position, he reiterated through clenched teeth, "I said, You always fuck his black friends?" "No, you are my first. I've never been with a black man before, never. Please.