But Frank then remembered explaining to her what he wanted and, more importantly, why.He reflected even further back, back to his life as a teenager. ...e had grown up in Newcastle, the second son of a bus driver. His mother worked part time in the local bakery, so there wasn't a lot of money spare for luxuries like holidays or going out or even clothes, other than the basics. But he was always provided with what he needed for his schooling.Being the second son, he had worn mainly hand-me-downs,. He poured more whisky for me.He then asked me if I could keep a secret and not tell anyone that he was helping me to learn about growing up and stuff. I told him "of course" very sincerely. He said that mens and boys parts were different. Would I like to see how? Now pretty drunk, I said ok why not, a strange and intense feeling of arousal now came over me and I felt my cock stir in my pants. He said he would show me his first but then I had to show mine to him. OK? "Ok" I said. He stood up and. "Go on then mate. Plunge it in!" Said Dave, trying to be encouraging.I crouched over Nikki's bum and positioned my cock. Her hand came round and grabbed my shaft and made sure it was in the right spot, then suddenly she added "Go for it babes! And do it as hard as you like!!!" I forced my cock inside her arse and pushed right up to the hilt in one move - Nikki squealed and grabbed at Dave to get him round in front of her. He moved into position and in a second we were spit roasting her - Me up. “Whore.” He repeated He knew he had struck a chord with her. “Whore. Fucking whore. You want to cum, don’t you, you little cumslut whore?” She nodded. “You like that word, don’t you-whore?” “Yes.” The word came trembling out, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me you’re my whore…my dirty little whore.” She stared at him for a few seconds, her hand still in her crotch, and then whispered, “I’m your dirty fucking whore.” “And you want to cum, don’t you?” “Yes…yes, I want to cum so badly,” she.