. that I could make him feel better.I twined my hand between us, and he raised to allow it passage. I began to rub my slender fingers gently against h...s groin. His 'prick', as I'd heard guys call it before at school.I slid the fabric of his jeans up and down, until he groaned- loud. Startled by the throaty sounds he made, I pulled my hand away."NO! Don't stop, please. Please Jenny. That feels so good, when you do that. I want to make you feel good too." Chris's hand went rifling up my shirt,. She squeezed her thighs together, thinking about the hard cock that rammed into her hungry hole only a few minutes before, pumping a gusher of hot come into her cunt. Finally swinging her high heels to the concrete, she locked the car and crossed to the stoop and paused. Her fingers searched her purse for a moment and then extracted the translucent latex. Her long fingers weighed the milky contents in the yellow porch light. A tingle ran though her as she remembered his jerking cock filling. “I’m assuming that the two of you do sleep together. It would be a terrible waste on his part if you weren’t.”“Yes, we do,” Dana answered, not used to anyone other than her best friend Karen asking questions that intimate. Most people, including her parents, assumed that they were, but never actually asked directly.“Is he a good fuck?” Gail asked, with a directness that not even Karen ever exhibited.“Yes,” Dana replied, a bit of pride in her voice.“Big cock?” Gail inquired, a question even more. I was standing in my position in formation one morning waiting to be called to attention, milling about like everyone else. I noticed a guy I hadn't seen before who looked a little lost. He was a cute young black guy. You could clearly see that his uniform did a very poor job of concealing the mountains of huge muscles on his body. He noticed me looking at him."Is this first platoon?" he asked."Sure is," I replied."Great, thanks!" He said. Then he extended is hand in greeting, saying,.