I’d like to really give you a real thrill. I’d like to fuck you silly.”Candy giggled again. “Well, Jamal, it’s not likely I’m going to say...‘no’ any time soon. My God, you are turning me on. I want your big black cock inside me, but we need to use a condom.”“Of course we do. You have some?”“Yeah, I do. I make Fred wear one whenever we . . . uh . . . you know. Babies are not in my immediate future, I hope.”Candy pulled a package out of her purse and tore one off. She struggled to put it on me,. Continuing to wash dishes in her green apron, albeit a bit cliché, she heard the garage door close as she continued to stand at the sink with her back to the basement door. She could hear him enter the basement and climb the stairs that lead to their great-room. The stereo was playing in the family room section to her right. Off the kitchen to the left was the elegant red dining room, dimly lit as the flames on the candles danced, reflecting in soft pools on the walls. The atmosphere was. We would pull out our cocks wghenever we were alone and look at the girls posing and talk about what we'd like to do to them. I loved hearing his fantasies and loved watching him stroke his cock. By the end of the first year of hanging out together I wanted to touch his cock. I already played with the cock of a black boy who was my age and loved showing him pictures of nude white girls and asking him what he wanted to do to them and I would jerk him off. He was a nice k**- not a street. He buried his face so deep in my pink, wet vagina so deep, that I could feel his nose rubbing against mt clit, as he fucked me with his thick, wet mouth organ. My hips bucked, and writhed, as I moaned in ecstasy, his smooth, wet tongue darting in, and out of my little fuckhole. He then licked back up to my clit, and inserted a finger into me. My hips, rolled faster, and my cries became louder, and more insistent, as he punished my tiny clit with his tongue, while finger fucking me. I could feel.