But now my legs were bent at the knees and pulled up to my boobs as one twelve inch black cock slowly stroked my wet cunt. It slid in and out slowly, ...preading my labia wider with each stroke, penetrating deep into my slit, as my inner walls opened and closed tightly around its stiff rod.Another eleven inches’ black cock moved slowly in and out of my well lubed ass also, moving in unison with the other piece. I controlled the pace, both of my hands full as I gripped two of my favorite biggest. .yes hedid.John sat numbly for several hours just thinking. He had everything hehad ever dreamed of. He was popular, accepted, had tons of friends andwas liked by everyone in school. He had been accepted to a greatcollege that his parents could easily afford and he was guaranteed apromising future. He loved his new life and would do whatever he had todo to keep it.On the drive over to the hospital John tried not to think. He tried notto think of all the ways a paralyzed person could. I blushed. I really did, even after that lunch conversation. Then we pulled up in the parking lot, and got wet again going to our room."What does one wear to a small, informal orgy?" I asked, toweling my hair once again."Clothes," he answered. "We should have gotten a suite." He was taking stuff out of his briefcase and shifting it to a suitcase. I think he was in denial, as all the smartasses say these days. I rummaged in my suitcase and got out my nice almost-new Victoria's Secret undies,. She kissed me once. Twice. Our lips settled together. How long did we kiss? I am not certain. Time meant nothing to me. I did not realize that there was anything else in the universe except our lips until I felt her hand sliding down my chest. Her fingers worked at my belt, then button, then the zipper. Her hand slid under the elastic of my boxers and I knew I was instantly aroused. Perhaps I had been for hours? Days? Her nails toyed with the sensitive head. I groaned, my hips involuntarily.