" She demanded, in a little girlie voice, and stroking me a few times to be sure she got the responds she wanted."Yes Honey. You can fuck him, if you ...ant to." I agreed. I could not believe the state I was in. Then she stroked me a few more times for good measure milking more pre-cum from my uncontrollable cock. "Tell me you want me to fuck Phil for you. Now tell me. I want to hear you say it."I needed to make love so badly. I needed to fuck so badly. I needed anything! I was so damned turned. “She’s your sister. You ask her.”“Fine,” Amy said and tugged his arm around her shoulders. Her braided hair smelled like coconuts. “You said you’d tell me the story about you and the preacher’s kid.”Jeff groaned and leaned his head against the bus window to gather his thoughts. That summer had left him messed up. He still struggled to understand why Ruth had been so deliberately cruel. She might have used him, but she had also filled in the blanks about sex and intimacy. Her demanding ways had. He was kissing and biting my boobs .. I asked him to fuck me hard he started fucking me with force as he was about to cum I begged him to empty it in my mouth.. he did just that and I drank all of it… later I slept like a baby close to him and he played with my back and boobs till he felt asleep I always wanted to experience the morning hard on of my man and now since I m married I decided to play little naughty with my husband. I got up a bit early and started feeling his morning hardness... Lucy had never even felt the urge to go to that awful place, though some of the bolder girls from Valley Farms went over in groups of four or five just for laughs sometimes. Much in the manner that the Park Avenue swells used to go down to the Apollo in Harlem before the blacks declared them non-grata. Lucy went there that night for one reason--to get drunk on beer. She ordered a plate of French fries and a half-quart of beer, just like she had heard the kids did it here; and when it came, she.