"I told you I like it rough," she said. "I don't want nice and sweet, I want hard and dirty fucking. No holes barred," she smiled.Shari giggled, and l...oked at me, doing a great Butthead imitation."He he, Tanya said Holes... he he he."We all laughed. Damn, we just were sitting around, discussing sex. Perverse sex. And having a great time doing it."What do you want?" Shari asked."Jesus, between the rough sex and watching Shari get tied up, I think I'll be pretty damned happy." He's a guy," Tanya. My name is Jackson Saint Michel and this is my story. Many people make assumptions when they meet me. I stand six feet six inches tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, with dark brown skin and an overall clean-shaven look. I don’t like hair on myself. Not on my head or face. I shave completely every few days. It’s just how I like to see myself. It’s cool, though. Many black men look good while bald and I’m one of them. Upon meeting me, folks have mistaken me for everything from an NBA player to. “This is a special present..just relax, it will sting but I will be gently.” Reeling back, I couldn’t believe that it was my first kiss. I let that play on my mind as he moved himself between my thighs. “Lara, baby this is perfect. Okay just breath, relax.” I nodded at him. I felt the pressure as the head of his hard cock pushed against my hymen. I braced myself feeling him stretch me, it was uncomfortable and then bam a huge shot of pain went through me. I let out a cry and whimper. “Good. I could still feel him on my hard nipples, even though they were undoing his pants.Mother had moved behind him and was reaching round and pulling his zipper down, reached in and was now holding his cock, as his pats and underpants had dropped to his ankles, she stroked him slowly, and it was as if Borg's entirety was just to support this massive cock mum stroked.'Open your fucking legs', mum snarled, and I as if in some mesmeric state of mind, pulled my knees upwards and back, exposing my whole.