I went immediately hard. I was still young and got embarrassed about that sometimes in public, so I looked away and tried to think about something el...e. But all I could think of was the sweet way Grandma made love to me just a few nights ago. "You going to come over and give me a hand then Donny?" asked Grandma.I slowly made my way over to where Grandma was sitting. The pool wasn't too deep there and I was able to stand up. Grandma leant forward and put her hands on my shoulders."Help me. I hung up my clothes, put my lingerie in my dresser drawer, and took a shower. After I came back to my room, I dressed in a sports bra and a pair of shorts. Leslie had "The producers" playing on her tv, and I watched it with her before going to bed. We had settled into our own individual routines and it was only a few weeks before I had seen Leslie's bag hanging from our towel bar. I guessed it was her after period clean-out. I was on my period and in a few days I would need to be cleaned out. Taste me.” I pleaded.She went back to her feast. This time devouring me with all of her might. “I’m cumming!!!” I screamed, pulling my own hair and digging my feet into the mattress, back arched. “That’s right, cum for me. Cum for me” She said flicking her tongue ferociously faster, causing me to ejaculate (yes, I’m a squirter), and drinking every drop that dripped out me.“Where are you going?” I ask as she exited the room. She didn’t answer me. She was gone for a few moments and when she. ." Speaking that made her tremble -- a spark of her normal shy self piped up behind the veils of her cloudy mind, telling her to stop before she made a mistake in giving herself up to a random guy at a party -- a black guy on top of that! But the overwhelming pleasure of his cockhead pushing into her entrance and his heavy, growling words stopped her thoughts, though not her trembling."Damn, ho! I'm gonna make you a real black cock slut tonight!" He slid his hand down and pulled the condom off.