Black crawled on top of me and stuck his hard black cock into my pussy. There I was, bent over someone’s couch, being used and pounded by a thick bl...ck cock. I fondled his balls between my legs while he played with my large, dangling breasts. When I heard the fuck sounds from the bedroom I couldn’t contain myself, and cum exploded from my pussy – drenching Blacker’s couch.Satisfied, I was done. Black however was not. “What about me?” he prodded. “What about you? I’m done. Why don’t you go fuck. Clyde Yancey was up before daybreak to sit on the porch and drink his coffee, he listened to the steady drip of the rain off the roof and smiled.When the first gray light of dawn spread across the overcast sky, he heard the distant thunder and smiled even more. A good soaking rain in July on the Kansas plains was a blessing and most years very rare.Berty came out and sat beside him in her long flannel night gown and smiled over at him as they sat and drank the hot coffee and watched as the rain. In my mind, Stacy was in the subordinate box. I could still recall one of my agents at DHS catching me looking at the nearly perfect rack on a secretary and saying, “You never take a dump where you eat, Mr. Secretary. But ... If I was inclined to violate that rule, those generous cushions would be just the ticket to get me to set aside my virtue. At no time did I consider Stacy Covington as a potential ... anything. She was the woman who kept things together for me, and that was that.But.... .. wow, that kiss was explosive, too. Despite the handcuffs on her wrists, Michelle gave that kiss every bit of tongue and passion that she could, though Carly met her halfway with equal ardor. It was definitely the kiss of two women very much in love with each other. So what if Michelle was polyamorous, bisexual, and also in love with (and submissive to) me, right? If Carly supported Michelle’s love affair with me, who else could judge any of us involved in it?“Now, your turn, studmuffin,” Ana.