Reading them twice to be sure he understood them, Greg put them in the oven and set the timer.“I guess I have time for a quick shower before dinner,...�� Greg thought, quite aware of the sweat he’d worker up at the football game after school. “Hopefully Marcia will be back from wherever she’s gone by then.”Heading up to his attic bedroom, the tall, dark-haired eighteen year old couldn’t help but think this had been a very good day. Not only had his team won the football game after school, but Donna. It finally happened after what seemed to be an eternity, but taht didn't stop us. As we were filling her, our cocks stayed hard and allowed us to fuck her more. We kept the same pace, forgetting about how she was feeling as she seemed to be in another world, filled with orgasms. We finally came one last time inside her and she came with us, making it even more pleasurable.She then lied down on me, unable to move an inch of her body and not responding to anything we would say or do to her. "I. I learned soon that underneath the cute façade, a phrase I borrowed from a rather articulate friend, was the heart of a sex-starved nymphomaniac. She was every guy’s wet dream. She could match any man’s horniness, pound for pound. What a girl! My cock stirs at the mere thought of that day. My heart too. But, physical stirrings hit you harder than the emotional ones.It was July I think, I visited Pune. She was sweet. I was, well rusty. We held hands in the Auto ride back home; we made out in the. “If they have been a good boy while he has been entertaining their wife he will allow them a short time of freedom to have some relief,” Trish told me. “I...I didn’t know that he was so into cuckolding,” I said to her as she picked up the metal sheaf. “Oh yes, he’s been doing it for years,” she replied. “Most of it was done when he lived in the States. He’s even got four children from his couplings. Not done that over here yet but he is hoping to one day.” My heart skipped a beat. “Bloody.