I was nowmoving backwards to meet each of his thrusts. "That's right bitch. You are getting to be a better pussyboy as wellas a better cocksucker... whiteboy. Keep milking my cock like that and I'mgonna plant my seed in ya! Ahh fuck yeah. That's it bitch. Take mymeat!" He pounded into me for another dozen strokes before he pulled outof me. Roughly twisting me around, forcing me to turn, he manhandled meonto my back. I looked up and our eyes met as he drove his cock into meagain. "I. He had a hard time not falling over from the effects of such an exquisite pleasure. He gripped the faucet as she continued to taste him. It was evident that he was a really fortunate young man, to have a mother, sisters, and aunts who all wanted him to be properly sated.He loved Kirsten most, of course, but he was definitely impressed by his mother's typically generous favors to him. It was evident that she was as giving a lover as the others claimed. He certainly wouldn't give this up anytime. I looked up at April, then down at the pile of clothing, then over at Ann, then at April again. Something clicked in my head, and I think my mouth opened to say something, but no words would come out. Instead, I just stood there, probably looking like a complete fool.April, mercifully, broke the silence. "Why don't you sit down, George?" she asked gently.I looked around the room for someplace to sit, unsuccessfully. Ann lived in a single, just like I did, and they were pretty sparse on. It would be really awful if theywere to be there.My Aunt continued, "So there will probably be about forty or so ladiesfor you to entertain." I sat in the car on the way home thinking if there was any way I couldavoid Sunday. I had sort of got used to wearing the clothes and didn'tmind wearing makeup in fact I was starting to quite like it but it wasgoing to be so embarrassing being in front of all those women wearing awedding dress. but i realised Aunty was not going to allow me to bealone.