With one foot on the end of the bed, you loom over me like a black mountain, your fine heavy breasts suspended above me. Without thinking I react by ...eaching up to cup your mammaries, rubbing my thumbs across your nipples. You give a soft grunt and a half-nod to give me permission to continue, but your fierce angry expression does not waver, and I wonder what white bitch you have in mind as you plunge the dildo into my cunt, battering and bruising my vaginal walls,. They weren't swingers I hoped and would want to trade. I was so scared. But I was so horny at the same time. I climbed on my grandmother and she started to really eat my face kissing me again and again over and over. She then rolled me onto my back and climbed on me. She wasn't holding back tonight and I didn't understand why not. My grandmother and I still were kissing deep and I slid myself into her. I then started to really push up into her and she responded by riding back and forth. After a. . why shouldn’t he? Wouldn’t anyone even notice in this chaos?The Krell seemed to notice that he was reciprocating, growing more fervent in its exploration of him, its azure tongue pushing its way between his lips to fill his cheeks. It was so thick and long, roving in his mouth like some kind of rubbery snake, the taste of copper tickling his tastebuds as its tapered tip grazed the roof of his mouth. It was a deeper and longer kiss than he had ever experienced, the alien organ very nearly. Halfway home he said “there is a park. Why don’t you pull in there?” As if hypnotised I did as he suggested. In the middle of the park was this rotunda. We walked towards it. The area was deserted. He suddenly pulled down his pants and sat on a bench. “Come and sit on my cock” he said “show me how horny you are”. I looked around and bite my lip. Was he serious? His cock was stiff and I couldn’t resist him. I hiked up my dress and slid down on his cock with my back to him. I moaned as I felt him.