He had heard it all before."So what do you think of my boyfriend?" she asked grinding her crotch against his. "He's cute," Darrell said. Of course he ...idn't care what he looked like. The thing he liked the most was that he was straight. There was nothing he enjoyed more than turning straight guys into ball licking, cock sucking cum sluts. That's what got him off. "I want you to fuck him...and fuck him good," she said looking him in the eye. "No problem," Darrell smiled. "Good. Let's go." She. The following story is not mine. It is a story as told to me by a close friend. I'm naming her Donna which is obviously a fictitious name. In fact any name in the story is fictional. One night Donna and I were about half wasted on some very special brownies. We got to talking about our first time. Donna's story was so hot that I asked her if I could write about it. She eagerly gave her permission. BTW, I asked the next day when we both had landed. I will tell her story as though I am. "How can I see?" She dropped her hands and composed herself. If you took a twelve year old and up-sized her a bit, you'd have Marie. She was a little stocky -- not fat or anything, just thick -- and not much of that. She had a thick little furry pelt on her pubic mound and tits that sat round and flat on her chest like the yolk of an over-easy egg -- with a stiff little point, dead center on each. Sexy? Not particularly, but cute. "Turn around," I directed. The butt wasn't bad, and neither was. I stepped out of them and stood up with my cock sticking out and slowly turned in front of her. She gave me a sly smile as I faced her again and her eyes dropped to the hardened meat in front of her.”Wow, nice package, Big Guy... suits your name,” she giggled.”Thanks, but no more ink, I’m afraid.””That’s cool,” she said. ”I have enough for both of us.”She reached out and took my cock in her hand. She stared at it as her hand slowly stroked it’s length, feeling the hard shaft throb, She tried to.