I choked on the load as I tried to swallow all of it. The hot white liquid streamed out from my tightened lips and down my chin.“Oh shit, drink tha... dog’s cum!” The black guy cried as the men cheered. In another stroke I felt the thick black cock explode inside my cunt. “Oh yeah!” he grunted pushing his huge swollen rod as deep as it could go. I screamed feeling him fill me up with his load of cum. His balls tense against me letting loose a torrent of sperm as much as the dog’s.As the guy. We were hurried, as his hands found my box and played with my clit. We rushed to get him inside of me. I felt that I would come just from feeling the contrast of his strong, manly arms around me while his stockings were rubbing on my legs. I'm not sure which of us was more turned on or came harder. I would bet it might have been me. The week after that weekend was filled with the most intense and satisfying sex of my life. We spent time talking about how sexy I think he is, and about what turns. She moaned again and started moving them in and out of my mouth, slowly. She offered me a third finger and I greedily took it in. I felt myself getting hard again; Sarah shifted her weight and again took me in, giving me a look that said I’d better not let her down. She started moving her fingers faster, then added a fourth. She timed her movements on my cock to those of her fucking my mouth and surprisingly quickly her head rolled back and she moaned. She then pushed her fingers deep into my. .. maybe I started a couple of weeks later."Ruthie then told the story from beginning to end, starting with how everything started when she overheard a conversation not meant for her ears. Hartman pointed out that what the conversation did was give her the idea of using the bath brush for something she had been wanting to do anyway. The two women spent several minutes trying to unravel Ruthie's mix of religious guilt and burning sexuality. Hartman pointed out that Ruthie needed an outlet for.