The chorus brought with it an even faster pace, and I confronted himwith the realization that I'd had. I told him how easy it was to readhim, and how ...appy I was to be leaving this relationship. How happy Iwas that he no longer had a hold on me.The song then slowed back into the second verse where he tried toexplain. He tried to win me back. He did all of the things he'd beendoing for months to convince me that nothing else was going on. But I'dseen it in his eyes, and I didn't believe him. Many times she would rotate her finger around. I started breathing heavily and could feel myself getting very wet. She told me that she felt I was ready for something bigger, her 6 1/2 inch strap-on, I took a deep breath and told her to go ahead. She put some lube on the strap-on and around my asshole. She told me that when I feel her pushing in to push out and the head will go in smoother.I felt the head push against me and I pushed out and the head popped in, I was ready to scream and tell. My legs were left to dangle over the edge, so he had me pinned. He leaned down and grabbed my wrists and, leaning on them, began grinding his enormous cock against me.Being dominated like this was such a turn on."How old are you really?" He said."I just turned s*******n," I replied honestly."Sweet. Ever had a black guy before?" No, but I've been so horny to try," I responded."Well, you'll get your chance tonight," he said.He slowly released me, but told me not to move, and I complied. I was. My juices began to flow andhe grabbed my simulated cock through my trunks, its obscene profileresembling an antenna that I wished was telegraphing "here pussy pussy"to a furry lost kitten.Standing between my spread legs, the Banana leaned forward. He licked hislips and I felt the balls of sweat dripping from his forehead bounce offmy chest."Hey boy, you looking for some action?" he asked, his voice toned withthe smoothness of a fine Russian vodka.I moved my knee between his legs and began.