They were all tall, muscular, teenage, black men. I looked them over real good from head to toe. I was wearing my short skirt and low cut transparen... blouse when Paul and the hot black men arrived. Paul didn’t say a word about the way I was dressed. I got them alone by asking Paul to check the air conditioner in the living room. While Paul was in the living room I flirted with the ten tall, black, muscular black men.I promised they could come upstairs and have hot fun. I hadn’t arranged. Iowa is a good place to be from, not a good place to be. Lately me and my buddy Benjamin have been cruising around enjoying the scenery, which brought us to Lambert’s parking lot where I intended to have dinner before settling down for the night.“As you know, that didn’t work out like I’d hoped, and now the three of us are headed somewhere decidedly rural so your friends can’t find you and continue what they started up the road.” It was time to turn the tables before the inquisition got too. This was going to be excruciating, a moment later Lucy shifted down the bed and began kissing her calves. “Relax, “ she paused, “the first lesson is free.”How long since she’d relaxed? It had always been a matter of pleasing the other, was this what was meant by the term guilty pleasures? The feel of Lucy’s tongue and fingers on her legs caused her to spread her legs wide opening up her passage. She slid her fingers along her moistening lips and let herself go. Her breathing became shallower. ”“Me too,” she said, “but I'd never felt . . . fireworks like that.”“I kind of want to do it again and again, but . . .”“Me too, but I think I need a day or two to recover. When Mum told me about sex and stuff, she said a little bleeding is normal and it can take a few days to heal over. I just need to keep myself clean while it does.”“ I can understand that,” I said, “Besides, it would never do for Mother to discover our bodies after we screwed ourselves to death.” I laughed.She started to.