The only two things she could do, the only things I allowed her to do, were scream and feel what I wanted her to.Erika's little body was squirming und...r mine. Her thin wrists were cuffed to the headboard, face pressed on the mattress, and her legs strapped folded, so she was forced to kneel, letting her pert and perfect behind in the air for the right fit. It was perfect: the struggle, the virginal tightness, the resistance of her young entrance... It was only me and my prize, my game.Back. He watches as hiscock disappears into my mouth and reappears again. My mouth is tight andwet. His cock is hard and shinny. I watch as his face contorts, his hipsflex, his cock throbs and cum shoots into my hungry mouth. I swallowquickly, suck harder and move in quick shallow thrusts. My reward ismouthful after mouthful of gooey white gobs! Fuck yes! Give it to me! ithink to myself.When he finished his orgasm I was looking up at him with a big smile.Rubbing the tip of his cock across my. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she began thrashing around, jerking as if she was being shocked. Her back arched hard and then she laid still for several seconds while Jimmy jack hammered into her."Fuck yea!" Grant called out pulling himself into the loft.Jimmy slowed to a stop, holding himself on top of her for about a minute before rolling over. "Who's next?" he said getting up. I quickly pulled my jeans down and got between her legs. "The bitch came," he said smiling as I sank into her. Her mother had explained, in response to her questionsome time ago, that Beth herself would have hair down there when she got older.But she didn’t know if she really wanted to have any or not. It seemed kind ofstrange. Her mother had said that Timmy would have hair around his pee-pee, too.Marcella bent forward, letting her breasts swoop and hang down while sheungartered her stockings. Beth knew, from the commercials on television and ads inthe paper, that most women wore something called.