Slick, smooth skin slid inside, brushing my pucker, making it tremble with every vein and bump. My breath hitched. His hips slapped against my ass. �...Fuck!” I screamed. “You cheated!” He chuckled, his voice rough. “And it worked.” I couldn’t believe that his huge cock was all the way up my bum, but the full, dirty feeling that seemed to reach deep inside my womb left no doubt. My pucker tried to close, but it couldn’t, and every time it clenched around his cock, it spurred a wicked, wonderful. Yet the images in his mind were so intense, so incestuous, he licked and swirled his tongue through that searing hot pussy-flesh with fevered urgency. He couldn't wait much longer to crawl up between those widespread legs and have his blood-filled cock ramming into that velvety sheath.It was so much like it had been earlier to the woman writhing erotically on the bed that she wanted to scream out obscenities, to beg for the male flesh that would give her release, but she couldn't run the risk. His abs were flat and muscular, the 6-pack clearly evident. His shoulders were broad, with long muscular arms and strong hands. He had a splattering of dark coarse hair across his chest, and making a tiny trail down his belly to meet the nest of dark hair at the base of his engorged member, which was jutting out and jerking occasionally in anticipation of burial in her tight wet hole. Jason had long muscular legs and very tight hard buns. Kathy couldn’t resist a squeeze and a slap on that hard. I found later that he often entertained some of the younger lads with his stories after choir practice and left them to go home nursing boners. He told me quite a lot about girls but I also found that he’d done things with boys as well. On a couple of occasions he touched me up before I left him and I had to rush home to have a quick wank. One evening my best friend, Peter, who was at least as horny as me told me that he’d heard a rumour that something interesting was about to happen. A couple.