He walked me to his office and closed the door."Well, what it is Steven?" he said leaning back against his chair."A couple of things dad. Melissa and ... talked to Aunt Ellen, and she admitted to us she may have responded positively, if you had ever tried anything beyond kissing." Really?" he said."Obviously, Melissa and I have done much more than kissed, and I would like your help. I want to get her something nice, maybe jewelry, and wondered if you'd be able to help me out financially, so I can. I felt as if I was being split in two as the bitch started to fuck me just as I had fucked her earlier. I couldn't believe that we had taken each other's cherries. But the night was far from being over and there was lot more to come.Kelly hadn't know that for years Zack had visited me by climbing into my bedroom window. Hell I couldn't think of the last time he used the door to my house. Until last night nothing sexual had happen between us. But Kelly was going to learn why my window was. She reached out and grasped my arm and stopped me. “This is our RV,” she said indicating the fifth wheeler we had stopped by. “Let me give you some advice; don’t go to the swingers party tonight unless you intend to get fucked by a half dozen different men. Those parties get really wild.”I could not help noticing the man, probably her husband, had a near hard on as he said, “Yeah, you sure got fucked silly at the last party.”We weren’t going to talk about that,” she said in an aside to. ‘No,’ I scream, ‘no, you are too big, man.’ ‘Relax,’ he says, holding still, his dick still in position. ‘We need gel,’ I say. ‘No,’ he says, ‘we like it rough. We’re purists, nothing but Afro-American saliva to lubricate our passion.’ ‘Please,’ I say. He’s still holding still, the pain is subsiding slowly. ‘How do you feel,’ he asks after an eternity. ‘Better,’ I say. ‘I’m in by three inches, five more to go.’ I wiggle my butt. He slaps it casually. ‘More spit,’ I plead. ‘OK, he says,.