I had already sampled her ability to “take it” all the way up and was most gratified by her stamina and enthusiasm. It was seldom seen in a female...pampered in the soft chains of western decadence and her mature status in life gave her further credit for feminine mystique. There was no doubt she could use additional schooling on the use of her well-constructed mouth and needed some tutoring on the employment of her willing tongue in obedient submission to male pleasure. She had admitted to him. I was teasing him about Kei being wife number seventeen,” he hedged, still hoping for a good outcome, “and, well...”The women looked at each other for a second before both of them burst out laughing. Finally, Margaret kissed her husband on the nose, “Baby, you’re waaayyy behind,” she teased. “Your next wife is already in our plans.”The wives both giggled at the look on their husband’s face. Then the full impact of their words hit. “Wait. Wait! What do you mean ‘in our plans’? This isn’t funny. For the rest of lunch, and even during the walk home, Lit stayed close to Julia. My sister might have been nine years older, but for Lit there was a serious case of hero worship developing. I don’t know if Julia was flattered by the attention, but I do know she always made herself available when Lit came to visit. That summer ended up being all about wrestling. I failed to make the team, but like Lit, I made it to all the local matches. Gary tutored me and I kept practicing. By the end of the. I was completely dried up. There wasn't even any precum left to ooze out of my limp cock. My loins and balls ached with each spasm that rocked my body. My arms started shaking and then collapsed again, allowing my face to hit the porch unhindered. Once again, I was shaking like a rag doll on the end of Thor's humongous cock. His knot in my asshole was the only thing holding me up. Thor didn't seem to notice. He kept pulling me off of the porch and onto the dew-drenched grass. My face and chest.