“Good Girl, Sarah,” he whispers to me, “let yourself go.” I hate myself for it. But I am helpless in the face of such powerful teenage urges. ...ow could I have got myself into such a humiliating situation? The shame of being degraded like this is overwhelming. But the rush of sexual pleasure is intoxicating. “I don’t want to,” I gasp in reply, “I don’t want to”. But still I rub my aching, tingling clitoris, and still I rock back and forth against his hand, and still his fingers ram themselves. Anyway, back to my massage. When she finished with my backside I turned over so she could then get my front, the cloth not entirely covering my erection. Once she had finished with everywhere else, she turned her full attention to the one muscle that her eyes have been lusting over since I turned over. She rubbed a little more oil between her hands before removing the cloth to reveal my entire stiff rod and cum sacks. She took hold of my shaft with one hand and massaged my balls with the other.. I noticed the bulge in his pants was getting quite large. Anita was rubbing it and he was now groaning, as he fondled her tits…She started to unzip his pants and he suddenly exposed the biggest black cock I had ever seen. It was more than twelve inches and it was not even hard yet…My wife grabbed this magnificent dick and stroked it. She then rubbed the cockhead over her red lips and finally she managed to engulf most of this tremendous piece of hard meat.Curtiss arched his back and growled. But, to each his own I suppose. I don't judge.It was late summer and I had taken a vacation day to go golfing. Unfortunately it rained all day so I called Flo to see what she had planned for the day. It was a hour drive for me but I was right on time at her place. We talked about what we would do and I was all for it. Something I really enjoyed and her attributes were perfect to accommodate.When I arrived she was wearing nothing but a button work shirt, unbuttoned, and panties. She looked at my.