When he shot it was like an explosion in a dairy plant, somuch cream. And now..." Her tongue came out to lick all over myrevulsed lips. "... you've...tasted it too." She laughed softly, bit herlower lip like a naughty girl, and swayed ever so slightly, a bit drunk."It was magnificent. I can't wait to get plowed by him. But right nowI'm so horny I'm going to go cross-eyed. So lets hit the sheets and youcan lick my pussy through a few orgasms." She fingered my uncoverednipples, making me. Still I love the slow creep of his penis up my hole; the pleasure and pain is augmented by a sense of possession, that I am being owned and taken. My submission is willing and total. He is my lover; he knows how to please me, and says my joy in sex is a big part of his pleasure.He knows I like the steadily increasing penetrations of gentle strokes at first: I love the way my lust grows. Each time a little more in, each time a pause to accept and then welcome. That said, there was one time he. . we stood up as I removed my jeans and she took her skirt and panties off. We got back into kissing as my fingers fount her pussy .. it was smooth and waxed. As I started to get my finger between her lips I felt it was so wet and slippery. I found her clit and gently started rubbing it. She had my now hard and throbbing cock in her hand and was stroking it in rhythm of my stroking her pussy.I pushed her back on the bed as she laid down on her back. I took my lips off hers and started kissing. He just dropped like a rock and lay there immobile. The second guy looked at me and then his buddy on the ground and shoved Kit at me trying to run past. I caught Kit in one arm to support her and reached out an caught the other freak in my right hand. I held him there as I helped Kit stand up and I asked, "You OK Kit?" She nodded and I released her and turned to the freak in my hand.He was scared and with damned good reason. I was pissed. I looked at him and said, "Creep... can't you get pussy.