Yet as I stared at his large manhood, a repulsion rose in me towards the attraction it held for me. My mind tried to reconcile it, and I froze, stuck ...etween my submission and my reluctant but blossoming homosexual desires. His grip on my hair tightened, searing pain through my scalp, and I found my head turned up towards him, to face the owner of the cock before me that I lusted after. In shame and self-disgust, I turned my eyes away from him like a coward. “Look at me, slut. Look at me and. When your hands reach her breasts you begin playing with them, squeezing softly and lifting them. She continues to unbutton her shirt. She sheds it, and tosses it aside. She grabs hold of your hands and gently removes them from her breasts. She climbs off of the bed and begins swaying to the music again. She places her hands in the waistband of her skirt, ever so slowly inching it down around her hips. You see her underwear, a thong, stays in place. Once over her hips she slides the skirt down. Her place was funky and neat—the top floor of an old house, the ceiling at crazy angles everywhere. And sitting on the couch, watching TV, was Nicki. Myra introduced us, and casually strolled over and kissed Nicki. It was a nice kiss to watch. Then she walked back over to me, kissing me, her stomach against my rapidly hardening cock.Still kissing me, she started to play with my cock, feeling its hardness. It became uncomfortable, so I reached to adjust my cock, but she gently pushed my hand. .my nipples were tingling and I could feel my pussy lips puffing up. The man soon grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting his cock into my mouth as I sucked and slurped while stroking his hairy arse. “Get on with it!” Billy cackled, “I’ve got a fucking queue building up here.” The thought of an actual queue of horny guys made me giggle as I sucked the man’s cock. I then wrapped my fingers around the shaft and grabbed his balls then began furiously sucking and wanking him as he.