Sure he's eighteen and a senior in high school, but he has a girlfriend! They've been together for two years and she's gorgeous. I've assumed that he ...as getting his needs taken care of. Is it possible that men truly can't get enough? I glanced down at the filmy satin material in my hand. My black panties. Covered in dried cum stains. I knew what it was. I'd seen it enough of times from when I loaned out my panties to my brother. I pulled them up to my nose and sniffed. No real odor, other than. “Get on the floor” he said, so I did he quickly followed me pulling down my knickers and getting us into a 69. He immediately slide his tongue into my wet pussy and it felt amazing, he was flicking his tongue across my clit and moving down to my lips, while I started to lick the precum of the tip of his cock and sucking his balls. He pulled away and turned pulling my top away and took my nipple into his mouth, “Oh God” I exclaimed, the way he was teasing and pulling at nipples and the weeks of. I cupped his balls and moved up and down with my mouth. He grabbed my hair with both hands and started fucking my face. Harder and harder, moaning louder and louder."Wait, wait, wait!", he said. "I'm gonna cum too fast."He then grabbed my leg and pulled me over his face, putting my cock into his mouth.I was sixty nine-ing!It felt so good to finally let go. To be myself. To have this man sucking my cock as I sucked his. Not a care in the world."Cum in my mouth!", I said as I grabbed the bottom. I suspected it was one of my mother's effects on him during his own slavery. There were other... differences in the south wing that made me conclude the south wing was from a darker side of my father's personality. From the minds of a few of the slaves I learned of how some people enjoy the sexual torture of themselves and others. Apart from a few common devices found at any adult goods store, the north wing did not contain any torture equipment of any kind. The south wing's guest quarters were.