Once again, I’m glad you can’t see us; the way he eats my face and how he covers my mouth to muffle the depraved, cum-thirsty sounds I cry when he...finally fills me up.The rhythmic massage of my G spot, James’s lips on my ears breathing heavily into them, your tongue lapping, prodding my little star and all the filthy images of the day, starting with locking you in your cage this morning: all join for an unstoppable tide and I come screaming into James’s palm. I bite into the soft pad under his. He finally gave up fighting to get in control and just let me go at it. Once he got close, I stopped. I slithered up his body and whipped out my semi-hard cock. “It’s a little flat,” I said with a wink. “Blow it up for me here.” With that, I pushed his chin down as he made an “aaaahhhh” sound and I slid my increasingly hard dick in. He started sucking away, flicking his tongue on the tip to wipe off any tasty precum he could manage to find. I let my head fall back and moaned low. It felt sooo. Whether it was tiredness or the influence of a perverted old man I don’t know. In bed I told Paul everything. Of Joshua he was not very interested. The fact that I knew nothing about him other than him being an old man did not concern Paul. That he was obviously well endowed, that he stretched and used my cunt and rectum, that he fucked me well and left me full of semen pleased him immensely. That he tortured my clitoris with a wet leather belt concerned him and he examined me but said that. She longed to be popular, although she never had been. She had been kind of fat when she was younger. But now, as her body started to develop into womanhood, she felt like she was finally becoming pretty. Her boobs were finally starting to grow, having just reached a C cup, her stomach was beginning to flatten, and her hips filled out her shorts just right. She hoped that, as she got into high school, boys would think she was pretty and she would finally be popular. But, if what it took was.