" I pulled Cutie up to me and kissed the jizz clean. "Reload me." I said when I'd had enough of that."Yes, Papa." He was breathless this time and was ...uch more energetic about getting me up again. Which didn't take long."Now, sit on it." I told Cutie when I could get him to stop sucking."Yes, Papa!" He groaned. He pulled himself over me and straddled me. Then, carefully, lined up and lowered himself on me. "Oh God!" He moaned. "Papa!" Oh hell, that's hot!" Creamy gasped.It was hot. Cutie's eyes. . think I'm wet for you now. Ssssir."I released the clit pinch slowly and she regained her Parade Rest stance, also slowly. My upturned hand found her labia, gathered the wetness there and slapped it on the taco I was making. I looked at her clit and the poor thing was red and throbbing. But I could see the head peeking out. It wanted more attention."I'm not going to show you love for a long time, slut. That's what I'm calling you, until we meet with Sr. AssHole." I watched as her eyes widened. [Pathetic. How did you expect to know if you were compatible without months of hard nasty sex? O tempora! O mores!]The week before the wedding the girls I work with threw a small party for me at a local lounge. They bought me drinks and made me dance with any guy who came to our table. It didn't matter if the guy came to ask Debbie, Carol, Alice or Bev; he got me. I'd had enough drinks to get "loose" and when the guys felt me up I didn't fight off their hands. I didn't care because I knew that. Over the past few months I had learned that whenever he called me bro, he was primed and ready for action. "Got a few minutes?"He knew the question was rhetorical as I would always happily submit to him. I stood and was making my way to the bed when he stopped me."Nope," he said. He raised his shirt and pulled his hard cock out of the fly of his exposed boxers. "Just a quickie, right here."Here being the doorway of my room, I looked at him as if he were crazy. But as I hadn't tasted him in.