He says he is going to have fun with my wife pics and he starts sharing them on all kinds of websites. I insist that he stops, but he is way too alpha...for me to do anything but beg."I'll let you take down all the pics only when you have made me cum ... and left not a drop of cum!"I look at him in terror as he pulls down his pants and push me on the floor. I have to climb under the table to start making him hard. His dick is not even half erect yet, but already twice the size of my own. I gently. Plenty of lubricant, patience and gentleness and she would crown me King of the Cherry Pickers, I hoped.We quickly made ourselves presentable and were seated comfortably in the lounge when Ruth arrived home with her friend, dark-haired, attractive, with smallish boobs that matched her slim build."Hi kids, did you have a good time? This is my friend Sue, we've known each other since school. Got married and divorced about the same time. She's lucky, no kids." She laughed and hugged Zelda to show. Your hand reaches the bulge in my pants and I can feel the familiar warmness of your touch through the fabric. I take your nipple between my thumb and forefinger and begin to roll it. I feel the heat in the room rise as you respond by rubbing your hand over my crotch, the monster within attempting to burst from its fabric prison.After a moment, you’ve had enough teasing and pull away from my hand. I watch you intently as you pull off your shirt and toss it aside, revealing the slender body. My friends asked me to go to the party, which would be be one of the biggest of the year. It would be on the beach, with a camp fire, volleyball games, food and be a lot of fun – and, yes, guys would be there. I told my friends I probably should not go, but they begged and begged for me to go with them. They said they would stay with me all the time and, finally, I was persuaded. We won the softball game and so everyone was really excited. We went back to our dorms to change from our uniforms.