The feeling of a real dick sliding into her vagina gave her an electric jolt. She climaxed even before I started fucking. I let her regain her senses ...nd started pumping slowly. She didn’t have any experience to fuck but invited me for kisses with her pouted lips.I obliged her without expecting much from her. Her ‘peaches and skim milk’ body and big grayish-black eyes were enough motivation for me to keep fucking.For the first time, the penis was not in her control. A man’s fucking rhythm is. As if being telepathic, they both look around, and make their way to a small stand of trees that is sheltered from the autumnal breeze. They sit, and kiss once more. “Listen, I…” This time, the kiss is slow, measured, barely controlled. And then, like water breaking a dam, they start to kiss passionately. Hands roam each other's body as buttons slip un-done, and warm flesh yields to chilled hands that have been out in the crisp, cool air. Hungry hands make short work of the coats which fall. I did not know how to answer and so I thought about it for a short while. I was very horny, in part because my husband and I were unable to have any sex because we were sharing the room with our sons. We had done some touching while in bed but that did not satisfy my desires, in fact it made them stronger. I thought I should say no but because I was stoned and my already existing horniness I said yes.As I said yes a sense of pleasure filled me. I had never done a one on one with another man. That relaxed me and made me eager to be picked. We went outside and sat with the other two. 3 men came in before one picked me. He was a rather thin black man. As we got to the room, he stripped and I saw my first black cock. I was surprised that his cock was no longer than Stoner’s. He lifted my thin clothes and examined my ass. “Take it off.”“That would cost $50.” Then I remembered, “Are you a cop?”“No, I’m not a fucking cop. Now strip Bitch.”He reached into his pocket and handed me a fifth.