I knew what was happening but I could do nothing to stop it and after awhile I knew that my protestations had been, or at least, had become sham. Stil..., I continue to make them, vainly but with heat I do not have to pretend to. There is something wrong with an aunt transforming her half-brother's son into what I have become. The guilt and shame I feel in my own pleasure in the process are themselves part of the pleasure and my protests part of the game.For I know it is a game now. We are not in. Oh she knew how to be an expert tease and she was in the mood to make him wait to cum. All this talk excited him as much as her fist wrapped about his cock. Then she pumped his cock slowly and hard as she continued to talk. ‘When you let your tongue flick my clit I just squirted cum like I was a water hose. Yes I am very lucky to have a husband who likes to fuck his wife well and knows how to use that tongue of his,’ she stopped and looked at his cock some more and then laughed,’ I think I. The next day at school Betsy smiled at him from across the classroom and looking down at his crotch a big bulge was there, which he quickly covered with a textbook, yet the itch was in his genitalia the rest of the day. Mike, immediately after reaching home changed into his work clothes and raced out of the house to the nearest grove of trees where he knew he would be in complete privacy and strip off his clothes and sat on a wooden chair that had been placed there at the end of winter. . He stretched me so well; he made me cum and he finally came in me. His huge dick hurt me; I could feel him way deep inside me, deeper than most black men I had ever fucked. He rolled off of me and another blonde bitch was already there to claim his next turn at this steel dark rod.My stretched cum filled cunt felt a bit sore after Erwin’s cock action; so I decided my third black dick for the night would be in my ass…So I chose a not so huge dick; just a very young black guy who was waiting some.