"Well," Susan said as I flipped the quilt back up cover us, "my goodness." I caressed her soft back, feeling the raised lines of her scourging. She sh...vered. I wondered about her other injuries, the internal ones. Her hand slid down my bruised stomach. "Seems a lot smaller," she said with a chuckle in the voice. "Think we ought to give the poor little thing a try?"I pulled her leg over mine and slid into her very slowly, feeling her tongue licking my chest, the hurried pace of her breathing,. She picks up the soft flesh and gives it her special oral treatment. Once she gets my cock hard I stand up and present my sword to her mouth. She attacks it like a starved whore and I love the sensation when she tickles my balls with her index finger. I stand mom up, head her for the bed, and bend her over while aiming at her silky cunt. That velvet tunnel fits my cock like a warm glove and I long for the sensation of driving my teenaged cock deep inside her. I grab hold of her hips and push. I mean even with the Bush mask on it could only be him. He was the shortest guy in the fraternity and has a peculiar body shape, style of walking and running very unique to him only.Later myself and some others checked on Benji to find him passed out drunk on his bed in just his shoes and socks, the George W. Bush mask lying in the floor. Of course we made a picture or two for posterity sake and the fraternity scrapbook. No decent frat brother, or any normal guy for that matter, would ever let. It tasted good. Julia began to ram her cock down my throat ferociously and had she not stopped I would have thrown up. Luckily she stopped. “Now be a good little cocksuckingwhore and please me. Suck it like your life depends on it.” I hesitated and moved my head towards her erect cock, shining with spit, my spit. It looked evil and I pulled back. For this I was rewarded with a stinging slap that send me to the floor. “STUPID BITCH! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” her face was close to mine and spittle.