I’malso black.I remember clearly the first time I had sex. It was notexactly what I had expected it to be, but it was not adisappointment. He wa... a skilled lover, and I reallyliked it. Yet I felt that something was not quite right.Oh, I liked the feel of his thickness as it soothed theitch between my thighs with its constant in and outtechnique, but I just knew that this was not all Iwanted from sex. The night I slept with a woman, was when I knew what Iwanted.I Don’t know what it. I didn't quite come from Margo. I got up and walked into the other room. There were fifteen or twenty people, some with clothes, some as naked as me. I wiggled my ass and tits an extra wiggle as I walked around. All these dicks! I felt like I was in a men's locker room, except the locker room guys wouldn't have boners and half- boners like these guys. I don't know. I've never been in a men's locker room. Maybe guys walk around with their boners sticking out or up and it's just, you know,. But John wasn't here.It was what she needed.Without further reflection, she reached, grasped, and rolled. She was on autopilot now, trying not to think about what she was doing. Muscle memory she didn't even know she had helped her introduce the thing to stretch her yearning pussy lips.She eased it in.There was no discomfort whatsoever.In fact, quite the opposite occurred.As she was delightfully stretched and filled, her hips lurched up off the bed. Her hand turned the device, causing the. The youth reached into his back pocket and took something out. It gleamed in the light, and April recognised it as a knife. He held the blade down to her intimacies. ?Spread,? he growled, ?or I start shaving.?Miserable, but terrified at the sensation of cold steel against her loins, April opened her legs for her rapist. She had no doubt that he meant his threat, that he would use the knife on her. He grinned, and there were whoops of triumph from his mates at her submission to the.