I could feel my pussy putting a lot of pressure on his cock. He grunted loudly and told me that I had the best fucking pussy this cock had ever visite.... When he his the bottom and touched my cervix, I cried out in pain and pleasure. It was too much for poor "little" Charles and he swelled even more and started to cum in my pussy. Not thinking clearly, my thoughts were only filled with pleasure, just as my pussy was filled with this monster cock, he spurted his fertile sperm right into my cervix. It was frustrating for me but I knew the delay of pleasure would make things more intense for me as well so I resisted. I had never before been so turned on.Before I gave in to the temptation to lift my skirt and ram my erection in their faces I said, "On the bed, sluts."Looking slightly disappointed at being stopped from kissing my legs they said, "Yes Mistress Cindy," and climbed on the bed.I sat on the bed with them and pointed to the silk scarves I kept tied to the bedposts. I used them to. Mom said. ‘You had your feed. Now I want mine.’ I looked at her with a big question mark on my face. She once again laughed aloud. She said, ‘I want a taste of your milk.’ I blushed and said, ‘Mom, males do not have milk. How can they have?’ She once again laughed and said, ‘Poor darling. Males do not have milk in their breasts, but they do have very thick milk in their dicks – which you spread yesterday night. I want to taste that milk.’ I asked, ‘Have you ever tasted dad’s milk?’ She said,. ”“All those men, Matthew.” I frowned up at him. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, all at once. I whispered, “they came in me, on me.”“I saw,” he said, soberly.“I didn’t just ‘not mind’ being used, Matthew. I loved it,” I whispered. “I wanted to come with them. I held back the whole time they banged me. Just to spite you. It wore me out, so I gave up for that last bastard. I felt so free, so good, letting go at the end. Now, after we talked, I only regret not letting go at the beginning. I.