I slowly stroked up and down and felt the twitches and thought how small my cock was compared to his. That is when I knew this huge cock needed to be ...orshipped and caressed and loved!! On and off for the next 7 years or so, I had that cock in my hands, mouth or tight pussy hundreds of times and rarely did it not satisfy my desire. He could go 3-4 times a day and this skinny white k** was there to willingly help meet his needs. Mostly during those long weekends when I told my. My lip curled, one side coming up as I pushed back, flicking my hips from side to side. My pussy lips opened around the cock in the trousers, a wet trail being left along his pants. Deep in my throat a noise arose. Pure pleasure. Wonderful, uninhibited.A hand reached down to grab my nipple again. Clipping on so tight, pulling it up. My body flung on the crashing euphoria. I could hear sounds coming out of my mouth, the low sexual sounds as I approach an orgasm. My nipple, pinched, clutched. It. ” Mark was in shock. He felt like he had just been very selfish in demanding an explanation from Coach. Mark tried to back away, “Coach, I…I had no idea. I don’t know what to say. That is fucking horrible. What did they do to them?” Coach sighed, “They didn’t do anything to them. Back then nobody cared if some ‘queer’ took a beating. A lot of people felt that I got what I deserved. I could count on one hand the number of people that offered me encouragement. But that was many years ago. I know. He pulled up next to her, with practiced casualness, and made a witty comment about a couple of coworkers who were obviously a couple of drinks past their limit. Sharon seemed to be amused by his caustic sense of humor, based on past experience, so she took it in stride. The conversation went easily, relaxedly. Sharon was more of a pleasure to talk to than many of the women Martin would have considered prime bedding candidates.Then she asked out of the blue if it wasn't time for him to being.