Iwailed as his pink tongue stabbed into my overheatedpussy, and nearly passed out from one long continuousorgasm.While I was still recovering from my ...ourth (?) orgasm,DeWayne slid around so his hips were over my head, andI soon found his thick black cock in my mouth. It wasnice — a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack’s,and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its warmth when Istarted to suck it, something I hadn’t done for a mansince Jack and I were dating. Feeling my lips. "You don't want mercy from me, boy, now do you? Think..." He couldn't think; he told her so."I ... I can't think, Miss." She nodded."That's fine, honey," she whispered. To his amazement she leant in and pressed her lips on his. The kiss caused the last remnants of rigidity to leave his body. He closed his eyes and felt himself dissolve, disappear between her velvet lips – ceasing to exist.A voice penetrated the darkness surrounding him."André," it said. "It is about time you find the courage to. He would, he added, turn her into his slave and experiment with all forms of anal abuse. He had friends too who could join in, he said. He left an e-mail and said that if I was serious and wanted to know more then I should contact him. Naturally, I wanted desperately to have my fantasy fuelled with more detail. However, I stopped short of replying. My conscience had got the better of me and though I continued to encourage responses from others, I resolved to leave it there and just keep it as. I didn’t mind being her fall back. I loved screwing girls at our school. I got as much pussy as I could.“You can play,” Christina said, closing her book. She rose and slipped out of the room.I rolled my eyes. I loved her, I did, but she could be so prudish. I don’t know how we both came from our futa-mom’s ovaries. Her mother wasn’t prudish. She loved futa-cocks. I’d seen her eyeing me all party.“What’s this game,” asked Mrs. Baker, my math teacher. I had no idea how she got an invite, but I.