It wasn’t many days after that episode that I returned from another Fiction class to find a rare message on my answering machine. I remembered a lin... from a classmate’s story that day and laughed. ‘Well, I’ll be dipped,’ I thought. Hell, Skipper’s probably dead now. Anyhow, the message was Ashley’s. The cliché was ‘It’s over,’ and then it was almost over for me. I was heartbroken. I was enraged. Eighteen-fucking-hundred dollars on a goddamn shiny rock and three years of your sow-your-wild-oats. Daddy licks his lips as he flicks his nipples, watching his Kitten as she strokes her plastic cock. He stares at it, his mouth watering, yearning for a taste. Kitten smiles, increasing the strokes. "Daddy, do you want your Kitten's cock?" She purrs, squeezing the dildo's bulbous head. Daddy nods, caressing his swelling cock. "Oh, yes," he hoarsely replies,"Kitten. Daddy wants it in his mouth!" Slowly, Kitten approaches him. He opens his mouth wide, accepting her cock. She grips his head, as he. Well, through the window really, since it was still closed.*That night I masturbated twice – once to vivid memories of a French peasant girl in a field wrapping her mouth around what felt like my cock, and once to images and sensations of two Roman women ripping off 'my' toga and having their way with 'me'. Both times with the same result. Tissues stained black. Eventually I told the memories to leave me alone and drifted into a fitful sleep, full of sexual dreams. In the morning, in a. ”“My pussy was pulsating with new and wonderful sensations. The sucking sounds that emanated from Terry’s mouth as it diligently worked on my slit were sending me into hyper drive. I stared with awe as her tongue lapped furiously up and down.”“I my wildest dreams I never thought getting my pussy eaten would feel so incredible. Terry put my legs over her shoulders and sucked my clit like a mad woman. I distinctly remember the powerful contractions I experienced when I came and howled like a.