”Huck Dolihaye’s story.Huck was born on the 4th August 1800, at Hucknall Torkard (hence his given name) a small town some seven miles to the north...west of Nottingham. His mother was Seraphina Dolihaye, who claimed her father’s family were Huguenots, and as she was a skilled dressmaker and seamstress she well may have told the truth. Huck was born on the wrong side of the blanket – his father being the youngest son of the local landowner, the Earl of Nottingham. Bertram Finch had fallen in love. Over and over it pushed inside but was denied entrance to her throat. She came twice on those two cocks and then she felt the flood of cum once again in her cunt. Lots and lots of cum this time and when he pulled out she would have sighed but her mouth was full, full of big black cock. Maybe she had been wrong to deny these big black cocks entrance to her cunt for so long ... And then her empty cunt was being filled again with what had to be a big big black cock because it was tight and seemed. We left the curtains open on the windows, allowing the afternoon sun to flood the room. We helped each other undress. I reached down to hold his stiffening cock. “Hold that thought, sweetie, while I take a quick shower.” I jumped up from the bed to his surprise, and walked naked to the bathroom door. Smiling, I looked back over my bare shoulder, “Want to join me…”, and then headed into the bathroom. Greg was in the shower with me as the water began to warm. Our wet bodies molded together and I. ."Drink slave", my Mistress commanded. I saw a dribble of milky cum dribble from the pussy over my mouth. I opened my mouth keeping my tongue extended and the dribble landed right on the tip and rolled into my mouth. I had a hard time swallowing with my tongue out, it helped me to fight the crushing weight in my groin. The drip turn into a steady dribble then let out a gush of the milky fluid that was both salty and sweet. By now my tongue was lapping and slurping trying to guide every drop.