Then it stopped hurting so much. Then I felt something real good. I started going up and down faster and faster. Then I came. It was so good!!You pick...d me up again and got over me and told me to wrap my legs around you and fuck back every time you pushed your cock into my pussy. I tried to do that Daddy, I hope that I did it right. I hope that I pleased you. Then I finally started feeling so good. I came and came and came. The girls at school would be so jealous if they knew I had a Black cock. Brandon and I were standing there in our shorts with a bit of a dazed look on our faces. What had been very hard that we were sharing was now typically flaccid. What did he mean about locking the door? Well, I know that the main thing to me at that moment was the fact that Dave seemed cool with Brandon and me.I knew that my roommates were very cool guys. In the past couple of months we had shared a lot of stories, many of which included the typical sexual exploits that most teens boast and brag. “What is my little buttercup wearing under that skirt?” he asked “yellow?” I nodded “Raise the skirt and let me see,” he said.My fingers trembled slightly as I did as he commanded. I saw him gasp and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of my fat crotch covered by the tight yellow, nylon undies. He stepped forward and reaching out, cupped my pussy and massaged it gently. Then suddenly we were kissing passionately, our bodies tightly locked together, his thighs between mine tormenting my. It was the first time he was Sandy.Sandy looked nothing like what Amar expected to see. Sandy was clearly a muscular person, who was well over 6 feet tall and significantly darker than even Amar, let alone his fair wife, Varsha. His beard and hair were shaven around and his hair was trimmed on the top of his head, making him altogether look like an African boxing player.The way he was holding his luggage easily, was evidence of his almost superhuman strength. “This is the sex story writer?”.