I was startled but so fucking turned on that I let him take control of the pussy..."his pussy" as I secretly called it.He laid back on the floor and I...stood over him breathing heavy, wanting him to make me scream like he always promised he would. I lowered my hot, wetness down to his waiting mouth. He slid my panties to the side and tongue fucked me until my sweet black pussy exploded all over his face..I screamed and didn't care who the fuck heard me.He didn't stop there. He kept licking me. So she is the only one who can help me. She sat in front of me and thought for a while. Soon she smiled a little and agreed to teach me. She told me to take my skirt and panties off and lie down on the bed. I quickly took my skirt off. I was wearing a dark blue panty. I took that off as well and I could see my sister looking in my direction.As my complexion is fair, my thighs are white. My pussy was white and hairy. I had never shaved. I was too young. I could see the hungry look in my sister’s. ’ I’d known men in the Army that had a ‘certain preference’, the worst of them praying on weak men. When discovered, whether they were instigators or victims, their lives became nightmares. It took a leap of bravery … or innocence, by the Lieutenant, to own up to such abuse to someone like me, a labourer from the ranks. Trust and honesty, sharing private thoughts, two men, with different experiences, from completely different worlds. There were lines in the sand and they had been crossed. ‘My. ‘You’re kidding me,’ she says. ‘Again?’She’s beside the bed, over the nightstand, her ass looking like a pair of tulips pressed together on long lean stems.‘Do they realize she’s a dog for chrissakes,’ she says.She goes from standing to sitting on the bed, switching the phone from one hand to the other. This is the bed she insists we not fuck on. We normally stay away from the bedroom. We fuck on the couch. In the office. On the rug. In the bathroom over the sink her husband uses to brush his.