"That's not how it is going to happen. Take off your clothes and get on the bed." "Mister, I have never been with anyone but my husband. I will suc... you again till you are completely empty. Please!", she said thru her sobs."I said take off your clothes and get on the bed. Do it now", I said in a forceful but not angry voice. I started undressing and so did she. "What's your name?" I asked. "Maria", she quietly said as she climbed, naked onto my bed. I was right about her firm young. All for racial tolerance and equality.Kwame rubbed his cock against Amanda's puffy and excited pussy lips. I can tell she felt a wave of electricity while Kwame was high on his sexual conquest. Grabbing her hips, he pushed in. Amanda's hyperventilating turned into quiet, "what the fuck". I could not deny it and no longer had the strength from keeping myself from thinking about it. Kwame had a large cock. It was massive, powerful, steel hard, and screaming for release. I couldn't have that. I took a cherry out of the jar, then very gently placed it at the opening of her pussy. Using my thumb, I easily pushed it into her. Oooohhhh, she sighed, as she was penetrated. And the sighs turned to groans as I skillfully moved my thumb against her g-spot as I slid it from her canal. I repeated the procedure twice more. Then, I sensuously drizzled some of the maraschino juice into Roxie’s already sopping slit. She shivered as the cool, sticky syrup hit her clit. I brought my face to her. Last night was menstrual system and hormones colliding and going a little haywire. I recognised this at the time last night so didn't take the actual event very seriously. The serious part is how she reacted next day when her system had smoothed down to its normal chaos and she had to rationalise what she had done. "I'll leave if you want." I think I'll buy this kid in a woman's body some colour co-ordinated hair shirts so she can really torture herself.I sighed loudly, "A better suggestion.