I worked my way down his shaft as I marveled at how fully he filled my mouth. I reached the point where I could lick his balls with my tongue, and I h...ard him gasp for air. I could feel the head pulsing as it hit the back of my throat. So I took his cock out of my mouth and blew on the tip of it. “Why?” he questioned in an impatient manner. “Shhh,” I demanded as took special care to pay attention to his balls. “Can you please just let me cum already, I need to be inside you,” he expressed with. Everyone else present seemed content to watch and make the occasional comment -- some taunts, some mere discussion of how the fuck seemed to be going. Horse seemed to sum it up with, "You're okay for a dead fuck, there, Slut." Toni just looked at him, her face expressionless; she couldn't dredge up the energy for outrage.Jack took almost ten minutes to return from the abandoned farmhouse, but when he did, he had everything he was sent for and then some. He'd collected the enema bag and filled. Was he dominating her tiny frame, forcing her to do his bidding? Making her beg for him, perform depraved acts, humiliating positions, become his slave? Or maybe he was being tender, holding her quivering body in his powerful arms, whispering caring words and encouragement into her ear while making sweet love to her. An acute ache emanated from between her legs. She shook her head, trying to clear her dirty mind. He could be dreaming about a million things, if he even is asleep. She tried to. Being young, he had an almost insatiable need and so did I. In an alley, on the side of a house or building, in a field, I would quickly and eagerly fall to my knees before him. Becoming more eager and comfortable each time, soon tonguing and sucking his balls, holding and stroking his ass and asking for him to cum on me. It wasn’t to much later until I offered him my ass. Completing my need and desire to be submissive and lovingly used, he pulled down my panties, ran his hands over my ass and.