Her eyes registered Andrew's raging hardon as a familiar sight and then traveled up, to where her boyfriend's face was – there was no other word for...it – impaled on the black man's inhumanly huge cock. Andrew's features were hardly recognizable, his distended jaws an almost grotesque sight, his normally full lips stretched thinly around the girth of the cock. And despite his obvious effort, less than half the black cock was down his throat. Andrew was desperately gagging, his eyes closed, tears. ” We both laughed for a moment. “Okay, you busted me. Let’s try it though. You’ve trusted me so far. I don’t wanna hurt you. Come on baby. Just lay down.” “All right, but if it hurts, we stop. Cool?” How did I let this man talk me in to letting him stretch my hole again with his enormous cock? I guess it was just the thrill of it all. “Cool,” he answered back, sitting down on the futon, and pulling me down with him. I did as he asked and lay on my stomach. I assumed he. I let out a hungry growl. She was a slut with a capital S.Beware the maiden, pink of hair. Astarte's voice whispered in my mind.She walked past, her ass writhing like a bag full of cats beneath that tight jean skirt. My pecker ached so bad to stick it in her cooch. I followed her. She was so beautiful, vivacious—desirable.Beguiling figure, comely face.What could this little girl do to me? It was getting hard to think as my blood filled up my pecker. I reached out, stroking her neck. She gave a. “Susan…get on your knees for daddy.” I did as I was told, and then I felt Chuck’s tongue flickering its way down my ass crack. His mustache tickled a little, but I didn’t really notice. One of his hands began to jerk my cock as he sucked my asshole. He slid up my body and I thought he was ready to fuck me, but then he jumped up and ran to the next room. I waited, afraid that he gotten cold feet, but in a moment he was back carrying another pair of panties. These weren’t Susan’s, so I knew.