.' After a few more slow strokes of his steel hard shaft, Mitchel slid his entire length deep into my bowels and grind heavily hard. As Mitchel pulled...back he exclaimed '...pussy ain't never been as good as this. I felt his penis throb and knew Mitchel wasn't through with me yet. Mitchel pulled back till only his head was still lodged with in my outer anal sphincter muscle ring. He then slammed as hard as he could sinking the entire length of his man hood back into my bowels. I cried out in. “Good slut, suck Daddy's cock!” He purred and began to thrust upwards as he pushed my head down again, my nose touching his pubic hair and his cock almost choking me. But the scent of him was so manly and thick. My cock ached and the urge to stroke grew, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to cum until he had. As the thick head filled my throat I swallowed, making him groan and thrust more. My right hand slid down to cradle his thick balls, my fingers caressing and rolling them around in the silky. That should be enough to at least get Stacy in the mood for some harmless necking."Al had pulled away from Stacy, seemingly pouting, and Stacy was sorry that she'd reacted the way she had. It was mostly from habit. She'd liked Al's kissing, his mouth tasted of peppermint, but she'd always backed away from French-kissing with the few boys she had kissed.There was a short silence, uncomfortable for Stacy, as she'd told herself that she wasn't going to be like she'd always been, and it was a. “We’re male and female and I’m attracted to you and apparently you’re attracted to me and neither of us had to lead anything.”“It’s supposed to mean something. Every step of the way, it’s supposed to mean something. Right up to where we were...”“Where were we, Lena?”“Very close to a place where there’s no turning back.” She turned her face down. “And that means something. It really does.”“It should, Lena. I guess I got used to the idea that’s popular today, that it doesn’t mean something.