I began to think of thoughts I had never thought before. Before I had enjoyed the sex, but not like this. The desire I felt went further than a strivi...g for pleasure. This was a need, a deep down requirement for my existence. That cock in my mouth completed me in a way that I had never been completed before. I felt it was the ultimate purpose of my existence, what I was made for. It sounds strange I know, and it wasn’t a cohesive thought (I didn’t say, “wow, this is what my mouth was made. . mostly because her old 'so-called' friend Carolyn Baxter and her clique of queen bees, turned her into the school bike, so to speak, and let just about everyone ride her. Cliff was her main boyfriend, or rather pimp for awhile in her senior year, and made sure that all of his friends got the chance to ride her a time or two before she became tedious. Worse, they have photos, rather candid ones, but fortunately no one at her school has yet connected Backseat Becky with Becky Brighton ... or. Paul could see the perversion in it and he wasn’t angry at all. In fact he was pleased at how it all worked out. He wondered how long Sarah had wanted to fuck him but he knew it must have been a long time. This was her dream just as much as Paul’s to finally be fucking each others partners. Paul continued slamming harder into her juicing cunt as she squealed her pleasure under him. As he fucked her he looked down at her and said, “You planned this whole night just to fuck me, didn’t you?” She. At first I tried to resist; but some hard slaps cross my face convinced me to do as I was ordered. So I slowly opened my red lips and took the hard cock into my wet mouth. My Black Master’s cock was even larger and thicker than this one.But then I felt that dick growing larger into my mouth.Luckily for me, this first black bastard suddenly began to shoot buckets of cum down my throat, making me gag a little. I coughed but quickly swallowed all of his cum; pressure on my head was released.Before.