He inserted a third finger and thrust them in and out of me very, very faster, coating them in my sweet juices. He rubbed my hard clit with his thumb.... could not hold back any longer as an orgasm rocked through my body.I screamed like crazy and the black bastard laughed as I came in his hands.Suddenly his fingers slowed and he leaned in to taste my pussy lips.I was moaning and shivering uncontrollably now.Removing his fingers, he began to suck my clit as I squirmed, swirling around it with his. He had been doing this for years in the church basement where the girl’s screams of outrage and fear could not be heard in the soundproof rooms with no windows.Mister Big’s doggie dong bounced against her already wet slit probing into her vibrating clitoris and finally back in the soft area of her vagina stretching her almost virginal flesh to the maximum and entering her just enough for him to cover his bullet head with the juice of her naughty thoughts.The other girls were cheering the dog on. If these guys were into it, she had special plans for Ron. D’Wayne, the point guard, was the runt of the group. He was five-seven on a good day, and kind of dumpy, but Morgan thought he was pretty cute. It had always been a fantasy for Morgan to take on several guys at once but, these guys gave her a moment of pause. When Morgan was Matt, she was not only an all-state basketball player, she was a very good second baseman, and a decent backup quarterback. She had been around athletes and locker. Their WhatsApp chats and Palash’s offers of ice cream and lunch and movies went on.Though Sheela was enjoying this flirting she used to refuse all these outings. Then one day Palash came over to Sheela’s cubicle and said, “Chal yaar lets have some ice cream.” It was an unusually cold day and the office ac was also full.Sheela was feeling the chill and for some reason, she retorted, “Thandi mein agar hot ice cream khaye toh matlab hain.” Palash got all wide-eyed and said, “Fine, hot ice cream.