His name was Richard Fox. I asked him if they wanted to race us. He laughed, but said, "You can follow us around, and if you catch us, we can call it ... race."Nikki overheard the conversation, and as they rowed up river, she said to the crew, "When Yale makes their turn we're going to race them. It will be a side-by-side headrace. Yale isn't the dominant team this year, but we're a dominant high school team this year. Let's give it our best, and we'll have thirty hours to rest up for. He slammed his huge cock into my mouth, again and again, I could feel it still growing. My jaw began to ache and with each trust I found myself gagging more and more often. How could this thing still be growing! It had to be at least 12 inches long now, and 3 inches thick! Finally, he pulled all the way out relieving the strain on my jaw. I slumped there gasping, trying to get my breath back. "Now use your hands!" He commanded. I obediently rose up and put both of my hands around his rock hard. She came up licking her lips too.For the anal I greased her up real well, fingered her appropriately, and then slid my cock all the way up into her rectum. I had her on her back, her feet were up on my shoulders, and I could see the smile on her face from the pleasure. I knew she would enjoy it.Our last fuck of the day was a nice slow one that lasted forever. After all I had cum three times in her already. She moaned and she groaned, she purred and she cooed, then her breathing became irregular. All the white boys were into shaved heads these days. ‘His name is Satellite,’ smiled Glory, wondering how he rated on her finger scale of decent and or good fucks, his thick fingers lighting a cigarette, wallet leaving a bulge in his left front pocket. ‘Let me guess, his shit is the best,’ added Amanda, cynical as always, questioning Glory’s desire, her hunger to sleep with an illegal entrepreneur, a drug dealer, if you will. ‘It takes you to the stratosphere,’ Glory cooed, thinking of her.