A single finger traced along the meaty folds, finding the head of her clitoris already emerging. She gently pinched it between her fingers and stroked...ever so gently. Her hand was already feeling the moisture starting to flow out of Sue's body.Eyes as large as saucers, Tommy watched the nude forms of his mother and teacher intertwine as they made love. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his 17 years. He needed to stroke it so bad but was unable to even move his cast-encased arms,. I wanted to feel his cock swell up and pulse into me. I had to get that feeling again, that feeling that I had learned to crave in less than 24 hours. I lost myself stroking his cock and swallowing it. I felt Bill pulling me to him, we rolled over and he was on top of me. I felt his head go between my legs and he started working my clit, and my open gash, and then my hole. I heard him moan as I took him all the way inside right up to the hair on his groin. I reached around him and held onto his. In fact, that was where Paul had met Lucy. He’d gone in for a box of condoms and seen a stunning black woman of about thirty talking to another, shorter, younger and lighter-skinned, black woman who was stocking shelves. The shelf-stocker was dressed in a sports bra and cut-offs. Although not large, her muscles were incredibly well-defined. The clerk, a guy of perhaps nineteen or twenty, was dressed in a T-shirt and some Batman boxers. That was Danny. If Danny could do it, so could Paul. While. “good slut. Such a good slave to your master” I feel him reach over to where he placed my gag, and run the penis shaped part of it all along my clit. Slowly, he slides the small gag into my cunt, its base brushing my clit. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, but don’t cry out. “Taste yourself, slut” he moans hoarsely, shoving the gag back into my mouth. “Does my little slut need to cum” He asks as he removes his pants. “Yes” I moan around my gag. “Then beg. Beg for your orgasm slut” he.