Sometimes my wife would go over with me but sometimes she wouldn't. Christy would usually meet me at the back door all she was wanting was to give me...a blowjob. It took a while before she'd let me have pussy again. One night her husband Alex was home we all got together for some drinking and card playing. After a couple hours of drinking it was getting the best of Alex he said he needed to lay down so he went and passed out on the sofa. Me My wife and Christy had set outside smoking blunts. Only an inch or so every few seconds, your walls contracting just enough to allow me inside little by little, each tiny pulse from the fiery wet velvet clutching my cock so intensely that it stunts my breath, slams my heart like low groaning thunderclaps. But I won't relent until every inch is buried deep within your perfect pussy.The further inside I go, the more you'd clench around me. I'd look into the brilliant sparkle of your hungry eyes, your mouth slightly open, curving into a pleading,. The fullness now has a wetness, an immense amount of fluid. I was expecting, like in the porn films, a gusher of cum to flow out of me. Brian grew soft but it was a long time before he withdrew completely. By that time my body had somehow consumed most all of it. Sure, there was a little dribble, and that dribble could have just been a mix of our juices. It sure had the heady aroma of semen. There was not much of it. I was really looking forward to the huge gusher run out. We slept. In the. My classmates were watching too, also curious as to what Mr. Borden was conveying to me."Run the two laps backwards," he ordered and I took off again without waiting for further explanation because I wanted to put distance between myself and my inquisitive classmates. Even Russell seemed to be enjoying the dilemma I found myself in; either putting my clumsy backwards running skill on display for the entire school or taking a third demerit.It wasn't so bad. We often ran backwards but only for.