His other hand wrapped around my throat, lifting my head up from the mattress. “I asked if you like that, little girl,” Jack said, as his hand tig...tened on my throat.“Yes, daddy!” I choked out under his grip and he rammed his cock into me harder. He sped up his thrusts and soon the entire bed was shaking from him slamming himself into my abused hole over and over, harder and harder. “Does my princess need to cum?” he growled.“Please, daddy, please...I need to cum!” I gasped feeling the heat in. His right hand was awesome too. Even though I didn't get hard (getting old is the physical pits), I enjoyed the gentle feel and sweet touch of his hand as it rubbed my cock. While I stroked him, he moaned and gasped his appreciation. I figured he's damn close to cumming. His cock was swollen to bursting and his blood-engorged knob was huge and had taken on a deep purple hue. He turned into the urinal and grunted, "Ahhh," as he ejaculated. Big globs of thick creamy cum squirted into the urinal.. He was having problems in the class so I tutored him at the request of our coach. I brought him up to speed and kept him from failing, if he had failed he wouldn’t have been able to play football. Jerry appreciated my help and we became friends and to thank me for my help Jerry always made sure that I was invited to the really good parties. Because of Jerry’s friendship I started to hang around with the ‘ruling class’ at school. I first saw Julie at one of those great parties. She wasn’t a. ‘No problem,’ he says, pulling his arm out and easing me onto my back. ‘I’d love to taste you again,’ he smiles, moving down between my legs. ‘Turn your body around,’ I say, getting a sudden urge to suck him while he licks me. ‘Let’s do this sixty-nine style.’ ‘Alright!’ he exclaims, exuding the enthusiasm of a virgin who’s experiencing everything for the first time. He flips around and straddles my shoulders but after a couple attempts to get a rhythm, I tell him it’ll be better if I’m on top..