"What do you have to cry about? It looked to me like you at least got to have a good time tonight." I said again, feeling no compassion what so ever."...ou were getting laid and all I got is another case of blue balls. I am fucking done with women." I said uncaring that I swore in front of my mother."What do you mean blue balls, I thought you were going out with that new girl Becky?" my mother asked between sniffles."Well, I thought I stood a good chance to get laid myself for taking her to the. I never pushed it…we did it when he suggested it, but being a growing teen it was often. I of course introduced him to ass fucking, which he of course loved. We tried different positions (except doggie style, which I hate) and settled on the one he liked; on our sides with him behind me and his arms wrapped around me tightly, playing with my tits. He was never a pounder, but preferred a slow steady fucking, his long cock sliding smoothly in and out of my satisfied asshole. When I wanted to. She quickly donned the outfit and after some struggling she managed the laced front of the corset and stepped back to view herself in the mirror. She gasped when she saw herself. Her hair though dark brown looked almost black and as it was really long she had braided it into a long ponytail and it now hung over her shoulder and trailed down the length of the corset which cinched her tightly pushing her breasts upwards almost spilling over the top. Her eyes followed where her hair ended at the. Her juices were flooding my face.I heard Tim remove his shorts and then felt the flicker of his tongue. It didn’t take me long before I started to buck against his mouth. He grasped my hips and pinned me down while he which drove me to a quick intense peak.Helen shifted round and lay on top of me, our breasts touching, kissing my mouth.“Let me taste my juices.” She whispered hungrily, licking at my face. I kissed her back deeply while cupping her breasts in my hands.Tim stood between both our.