I made my living on the streets after my father and mother died within a year of each other. Mother died of pneumonia less than a year of my father be...ng killed on our front stoop by a street gang called, The Whyos. My father taught me as a youngster to fight – not just defend myself – but to maim and kill my opponent. Over time, because of my size and my father’s teaching, I became very good at it, too.“I kept the apartment up, paid the rent and utilities as if they were still alive. I made a. In the last few weeks hehad been with two of the hottest young guys in the world. He had fucked TomDaley in a drunken state in a London hotel and then been with his equallyhot mate Chris Mears. As David lay back on the long plane journey ahead ofhim, it was this experience that his mind wondered to. He loved the slim,youthful, defined muscle of Chris's atheltic body. He loved the cheeky grinthat he gave him when he was on his knees, sucking his big cock and lookingup to David. David was tempted. His cock continued to unload his balls with the jizz puddling over her lower torso. As his orgasm wound down, he pushed his swollen knob against the top of Julie’s pussy, ejecting a few final spurts that landed on her clit and was followed by his cock head squishing that nervy nub.Her dad’s cum bath plus his cock making contact with her clit pushed Julie over the edge. The taboo of their tryst along with the feeling of her dad’s hot sperm on her body fired off her orgasm.“IIIII'mmmmmm. I also grabbed a copy of the latest Swingers Magazine on the way out.For the next couple of weeks, we fucked constantly. A quickie before I left for work each morning and a long heavy session every night while trying out our new toys and eagerly discussing what fantasies turned us on the most. We made up a sexual bucket list of erotic exploits we both wanted to experience.Black Fantasy one.It didn’t surprise me that number one on Sally’s list was being fucked by a big black stud. She told me.