He came over to me and told me to take his cock out I did like I was told becoming the good little whore he wanted me to be. When I did I was amazed a... his size he had to be 6.5 in soft and really thick almost as thick as my wrist. He told me to say ahhh and as I did he stuffed his fat cock in my mouth. I gagged but kept going. I could barely breathe but was finding that I actually like the taste of his cock and that I couldn't get enough of his precum. I played with hist cockhead in my mouth. You were the only friend I had and I just wanted someone to play with. I'm not a girlfriend. I don't want to do any of that stuff. I just don't have any other friends." You've got lots of friends now, though." They'll all hate me now. I hate me. I'm sorry, Brian. I just thought a boyfriend was a friend who was a boy. Donna tried to tell me. She told me I should ... kiss you, and I tried but ... I just don't want to do that. Please let me still be your friend. I just can't be your girlfriend.". She was so dripping wet that I was able to actually fist her, but she seemed to want more. She began a guttural whisper Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!Suddenly a man shouted “You fucking slut cunt” and Carl was standing there with ten inches of throbbing cock. Cyndi rolled over onto her back and screamed Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! I could tell that this was a game that they had played before because Cyndi was moaning and thrusting in pure ecstasy. Her hand found its way to my pussy and she gently. We tumbled together onto the overturned sofa, Chrissie calling me some very unladylike names as we landed together. I was just getting Chrissie’s ankles apart when we realized we had an audience. Laura and Tonya stared at us, open-mouthed. In unison, their gazes traveled around the trashed living room, taking in the broken and overturned furniture, then back to us. Still breathing heavy from our physical excursions, Chrissie and I looked at each other, our cheeks suddenly red, then back to.