"Suck it bitch. Suck it like a real whore. You're not a real whore are you? But you will be when I'm done."I took it in my mouth and tried to gently p...ease it, but he was having none of that. "Deeper. Deeper like a real whore." He grabbed the back of my head by the hair and forced himself deeper into my mouth. I was gagging painfully as his thrusts hammered the back of my throat.Just when I thought he was about to cum, he stopped. "Don't make me cum yet bitch, I'm not ready."He stood me up and. I felt something warm and smooth around my dick so i started to work on his dick. he came first after about 5 minutes and the load wasnt as big this time but seemed to have the best taste that i had ever tasted in my whole life. i kept sucking on it untilli came about 10secounds later. we both then laid back down and got re energized when he got the idea of ass fucking. I was prety sure i wanted to try it. so he went and got the shaving cream we used on our little jack off race to lube up. I took a big whif of the wad of clothes. I opened up the clothes and found the shorts, jersey, and what I was looking for: the panties. They were a turquoise thong. They were completely soaked. The crotch was fully saturated. I tasted it. The sweat was salty. I moved my nose to the string from the ass. The cloth that was in between her ass cheeks soaking up the warm sweat as it seeped from her pores. The cloth that rested directly on this girl's asshole as she bent and dove and jumped and. And once asleep, he dreamed. He dreamed that he was looking down on the flat stone atop the rocky outcrop in the park. Lying on the stone were John and Meg Stanley. She was fidgetting and smiling where he lay rigidly still, a look of fear in his eyes. Hands came into view, their owner being outside Jeff's field of vision, and placed a small Ruby on John's forehead and a matching emerald on Meg's. The hands then made a complicated motion in the air, causing the couple to fall asleep, their faces.