I felt his strong hands shift back and forth on the back of my head, and at times I would feel his fingers tighten around my hair as he pushed my head...back and forth on his massive cock. As I got more into sucking on him, I began cupping and massaging his big balls in my right hand as I worked his cock with my mouth and left hand. As I went faster and faster on his cock, I heard him moan and he said " I'm gonna bust a nut soon".. I squeezed tighter with my hand and sucked harder with my mouth. She had blushed mightily when she first heard the term from an eighth grade classmate. Now, it seemed to fit Kristina's description. Her Aunt Rita had been a piece of fuck meat for various men and now it was Kristina's turn to be called fuck meat. Before long, Becky and her cousins would be used as fuck meat for some man. That seemed to be the fate for the women in her family with no man to protect them. Kristina wondered how her mother had escaped a similar fate.Rick lay down behind Kristina. He was quite the fantasizer ……Majority of my panties were also crotchless as did little to hide my pussy (there I said it… calling your love hole – vagina somehow kills the erotic mood…. So pussy from now on..!!) . This was at our flat but if people came or if we had to go out I had panties ready to be slipped on or a top or a casual dress to just quickly wear. I remember once being in a black sheer (see-through) baby doll lingerie on , which he had bought for me online . It was very light and. He has my number if you want to talk to me call me,” he said and walked me to his car.Throughout the ride the driver was checking my body through the mirror. I got a call from Ashok. I didn’t attend. Then he texted me, “I know it. Just attend call me.” Yeah, of course, he knows it was his idea I thought to myself and called him.“So what have you guys planned?” he asked.“He asked me to wait in his old house and he will come after some time,” I said.“Ok honey. Thanks for doing this.”“I’m not.