I thought, cool, lets do it. I was excited for the party but then I realized that all the guests were guys. Not that I mind a guys night but it would ...e nice to balance out some of the sausage that was going to be there. One day, I bumped into Rachel in the hallway at school and asked if shed like to come hang out. I probably came off weird because Tucker wasnt that far away and the last thing I need is for him to think Im trying to put the moves on his girl and have him and his dumbass jock. You're bigger soft than Greg hard."She presses stiff fingers to her lips, reaching out with a hesitant forefinger to stroke down the length of my dangling cock.She glances up at my face before wrapping it in warm fingers."Feels so soft," she marvels. She squeezes gently. "It's like a mooshey sausage." She giggles again. "Maybe that's what I'll call it."She tilts her head to the side, reaching out her other hand to cup my balls."Your scrotum is bigger than a, um, hardball, Daddy." She jostles my. No, make that a group of strangers. A whole army. Tall, strange men, chasing her, ripping the clothes off her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable, then taking her hard and forcibly. Oh god, they were all over her, their hands grabbing her small, petite breasts, pulling her legs open, their cocks entering her deep, from the front, the back, her mouth. God, her mouth. She would definitely want one in her mouth.“Red?” Her mother’s voice from outside her door startled her. Hastily, she hid the. In my mind, I pushed the thin material of her bra aside and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She was delicious and I suckled her as if ambrosia flowed from her breasts, flicking that fat hardened titty with my tongue. From my table, I watched her nipple harden (much to the delight of the leering young man) and push the sheer material to a point. I slipped my hand under her skirt softly cupping her mound. I could feel her heat and her sex was swollen and throbbing. As I pressed and rotated my.