I would be face down on the pillow while he pounded my sissy pussy, he always made sure to call me a sissy slut and his bitch, he would fuck me so har... Ii would always end up cumming over my girl clothes and when he finished it was almost all over my face. He would then order me to clean myself up , which I would happily oblige. Then he would be gone. With Dave I felt like a dirty slut.The thing is, I couldn't decide which state I loved more.Dave was certainly the boss in our trifecta, his word. I will admit, I tired watching black men solo videos on Xhamster but it didn’t do anything for me, I even tried slipping a finger in my ass but it was nothing like seeing a BBC in person.Then one day out of the blue when I was walking the halls between classes Mr. Holmes walked up to me and said “Look, I think we need to talk. Come by my house when you leave school”. I did have questions and Mr. Holmes seemed like he was easy to talk to when compared to Mr. Walker.When I arrived at Mr. Holmes. My mouth was consumed by the first taste of my conqueror. I was being destroyed.He said, “Yeah, baby, put that sweet tongue on my neck.!”He pulled My mouth back to his own, he frenched me deeply. he rubbed his tongue against my tongue, demonstrating his control.He grabbed me by my hair and guided My face to a hairy arm pit. “Clean it, kiss it, tongue it!”I looked at the mass of hair. The pit tasted the way he smelled, only stronger, more male. he stroked my hair, and body as he kept my face. At Jody's request, Laura no longer wore panties around the house. Tempting fate with the recklessness of youth, sometimes even with their parents in the next room, Jody would bend his sister over the back of the couch, drop his pants and take her, either vaginally or anally, often sampling both. Twice they had narrow escapes as one parent or the other unexpectedly came walking into the room.With Jody and Laura settled into their incestuous affair, Shanti turned her attention elsewhere. She had.