”My tongue goes as deep as it can as I savor his taste. But my pussy is burning and needs to be fucked, so I ease myself up and tell James to get up... I get down on my knees facing Mike. James kneels down behind me and my wet pussy is begging for him to enter.“Fuck me James. I want your hard cock in me.”James slides his manhood into me with no effort. Pounding away at my pussy, I can feel his dick stretching my walls.“ Oh fuck me James, Fuck me! Harder! HARDER!”“Oh it feels so good! Your dick is. I lift you up and put you down on the edge of the rock, your legs open, inviting me in. I start to kiss your body, first your neck then down to your breasts, sucking at each nipple in turn. You slowly lay back like a human sacrifice on an altar, hands over your head. Further and further I go, down your body. Then my tongue rests on the hood over your clit. I start to flick at it and then up and down your inner lips. I lift your legs, holding them behind your knees, and open you wide. Your pussy. I had the time of my life. The food was delectable, the guests always observed old-fashioned Southern gentiality, and the entertainment was top-notch! In times of tacky and unsophisticated fads, Mason Blanche entertained his guests with performers of the best taste and quality. Blues singers, pianists, and Jazz bands were lined up for the opportunity. There was an element to his parties that disturbed me, though. On any occasion that I glanced up into the third floor from the second floor. I tried to relax and take it, like every story I had ever read. "Relax, it'll feel so much better." Every word I had ever read about getting fucked was a lie."You should try to relax." It was like he was reading my mind.I felt him lining up his cock to my asshole. Felt his head push in. "NO STOP." I begged."Shut up boy you ask for it now take it. It is what you wanted, you were so eager in our chat."He was right. I told him getting fucked was my favorite thing. I lied, never thinking it would.