It tasted alright, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to do this. Bear must have sensed my hesitation and quickly bucked his hips driving his shaft into...my mouth up the the sheath. Well, it was hard to argue with that. So I began sucking my dogs cock, taking it as deep down my throat as I could. His cock just seemed to keep growing and growing. Bear started bucking his hips as a blew him, bouncing his balls off my chin. The next thing I knew he was shooting precum down my throat, and I knew I had. Turns out that girls that were more shy and awkward than me didn't present many opportunities for me to "cash the v card" as my frat boy friends would say. That's right...I was still a virgin by 20 years old. By the end of junior year I had my first kiss. It sucked and I found the girl to be repulsive albeit not bad looking. Beggars can be choosers I guess.Everything changed my senior year. I came back to school only slightly overweight whereas I was very overweight my first few years of. He blew on her cunt with his breath as he moved his finger in and out of her and she rose up off the table in an attempt to bury his finger within her but he would not allow it. Her breath was coming in short gasps and he could tell she near the brink so once again, he backed off. She lay there, panting, wondering what would come next. This man was driving her insane with desire; all she wanted was to cum at this point but he would not bring her off. What did he want? Her. Pushing in.I didn't need more of an invitation. This was Cleo, after all, the African queen. My mind's eye conjured her ample curves, her honeyed skin. I suspect that picture affected my other senses, because I could have sworn I tasted sweet cinnamon as I licked the soft folds at the entrance to her tunnel of love.I teased at the opening, sliding across, darting here and there but not quite entering. Musk overpowered the cinnamon, sticky fluids dripped onto my chin.My hands encircled her trim.