You can. I’ve made many people.” Then I felt his cock start back into my mouth. Itried to yell, but almost immediately I felt his cockagai...st the back of my throat. With my head pointedthis way, I could offer no resistance. Down my throatit went further and further. I decided my 8″ estimatewas far off… with it so far down my throat it mustbe 2 feet long. Being Bi, this was certainly not the first cock in mymouth. I was actually very adept at sucking cock andcould deep. He could see my thighs, wet with arousal; my pussy spread, almost obscenely, for him; my tummy, rounded above my mound; and my pink-tipped breasts with hardened nipples. I was completely exposed, vulnerable. And yet… completely comfortable.“Good girl. Touch yourself for me?” I heard the smile behind his words, eviscerating my shyness and leaving only sweet, desperate heat. The sound of demand was belayed by the questioning tone, asking for my submission and consent. And Goddess, did I. I was just finishing up high school and was not interested in going to college. All of my three older brothers and my other older sister did. I quit high school in my senior year at the beginning of the fourth quarter. But that is another story. In the summer we had a open house with friends always coming and going, My father worked in New York City all day so the six children had free reign of it until my dad came home around seven. Our mother who was twenty years younger than he had run off. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••I start to regain my consciousness again. My vision is clear this time but my head feels like it’s about to explode! The nausea is too much for me. I lean over to my side and start to vomit. My eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head from the pressure of me puking my brains out! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST kind of hangover ever! As I try to regain my breathe, I begin to smell the air in the room. I smell the aroma of bacon.