She laughed in his face. "You're gonna have to get a whole lot rougher than that, boy, to prove to me you have what it takes to be the boss."Now Marty...put his large hands around her slender neck. Squeezing, he snarled, "I could turn out your lights so easy, cunt. You know that, don't you?"Ron couldn't take it anymore, shouting, "Enough is enough, Marty! Back off my sister. Sure, she's a whore. But you might kill her if you don't leave her alone."Sally, though, didn't appreciate Ron's concern.. Ilove the way their dicks feel pounding in me, makingme go crazy with lust. Black brothers fuck better, butwhite boys are more willing and eager. There was this time when I picked up a white boy at abar on the south side of town. He wanted to fuck ablack chick and could pay and I was willing to let itbe me. You know the type, young pimply, horny andunloved. I think the boy was a virgin and wanted to get thatbehind him. If he had only known what he was gettinghimself into, I thought as he drove. The older guy lapping at his boyfriend's dick-loosened arsehole... the younger guy wanking his fat dick off again, just pleasantly smilin' over at me like we was havin' drinks and nibbles." "At least that took care of the stiffie you was worried about gettin'," Brian said, managing a grin. "Seein' one bloke lickin' another fella's chuff could wither a fuckin' flag-pole!" "I dunno... it was kinda hot in a weird sorta way," I admitted. "I reckon I was gettin' half chubbed-up just from how... you. My legs were becoming weak and I was dripping with sweat. Just as I decided that I could run no further, Robin stopped at a door and collapsed against it. "Leave me alone!" he shouted down the street to me, "I don't want to speak to you!" He was curled into a ball, shaking at the foot of his door. I slowly got closer. "I don't want to speak to you!" he shouted again. I could see the tears streaming down his face. I reached for his hand but he jerked it back. Then I gathered myself and gripped.