He wasn't big but I loved it anyway. The feeling of a real man using me. Using my faggot hole.Unfortunately the feeling didn't last long. Within three...minutes I felt his load inside me. He pulled out, exhausted. Sweating and sat back down on the couch. I turned around and crawled to him and took his average sized dick down my throat. Tasting my ass on him. Bobbing my head up and down sucking out the last of his cum.He went to the bathroom to clean up and i stayed on the floor kneeling, feeling. He looked early 30s, slender, fit, big arms, and maybe around 6’-3”. A twig snapped under my foot causing him to glance over. He lifted his long soft cock. I made my way over and took his cock in my hand. It grew with my touch to nine inches. Glistening in my sunlight. I knelt and sucked on the head. Mmm. So good. His long cock was slender and in no time my nose was buried in his pubes and his cock was down my throat. My throat muscles massage his cock head and he moaned loudly. After a couple. Another low moan escaped her as I delighted in fucking her on this balcony overlooking the breathtaking scenery. At that moment, she turned her head — and yes, I was fucking Carole, not Sally. She gave me a broad grin, her eyes sparkling in the morning sunlight. We locked lips, kissing passionately while she met my thrusts. Fucking in sync, we kept kissing and I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, all the time ramming my cock into her depths. She moaned and panted quite loudly as I. As my thoughts wander I realize a good fuck would be nice, but there are no cocks walking around, and I curse the weather, a good shag would generate some heat, and a nice orgasm to warm the cockles of my being.I was sixteen on that night, and already a veteran at cock manipulation, a girl with an enormous appetite for sex, and group fucking, a girl in a perpetual sexual high, a girl who craved cock several times a day, even shagging my brother meant nothing to me, it was just a cock, a fleshy.