When he pulled his finger out he sat me up and I watched as he undressed until he was naked then I saw his huge mans dick sticking out and very wet on...the end. He said it was called a cock and he wanted me to suck the special love milk out of it he had kept for me, placing it gently into my mouth, his big hand on the back of my head, it tasted salty and very warm and the wet stuff on the end had his musky man smell on it but I liked it.I sucked hard as he instructed me to do as he slowly moved. I just stared at him, studying his facial structure, his strong features. I admired him for a second as he stared at me. "How much do you want me?" I asked trying to be seductive. He laughed lightly. "Right now? A whole damn lot." I bit the corner of my bottom lip. I studied him further trying to find words to explain him. I gave up, no words could ever be able to describe him. I leaned back up, kissing him hard. He gripped my back again mashing me against his body of stone. I pulled back from. .. and the mad old lady next door who has arguments with her shoes, but I don't want to talk about that. Still don't know what I'm talking about? Heres the start of the story.... I was skiving P.E last Thursday with Shari (it was last period and too hot to do ANYTHING, let alone run about in a manky PE kit in front of pervy boys (and girls, LOADS of the girls at my school are bi or lesbian - including Shari) so can you really blame me?), and we were sort of smoking. When I say sort of I mean we. She began to take the outfit off, when a thought occurred to her. She'd long since learned of her father's "hobby" - going into a bar, dressed like a silly little girl, and convincing the biggest, strongest man to punish him, to spank him and (ideally) cum in his ass or mouth.It was a struggle for Roger; more often than not, he simply got thrown out. On nights when he particularly pissed someone off, he would be taken outside and beaten up (truth be told, he enjoyed those nights almost as much,.