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In afew minutes thevibrations begin tostimulate me inspite of myrealization that Ididn't want this,didn't want tocum as ablack rapist impregnated me. "Oh, please,please," I beggedas the manfucked deep inme with eachpowerful stroke. Mybreathing was becomingragged as theman speeded up,pushing his cockin further, hurtingme a littlebecause he wasso deep. Igasped As theirtongues danced together,Polly's hand slipped to the crotchof his jeansand she rubbedit tenderly, desperateto make himhard again. Hegroaned with approvalmoving his hipsforward, pushing hiscock against thepalm of herhand.

"Fuck me! Ohyeah, fuck me!Pound my cunt!!!!"

Thefirst time Igot a senseof being likea girl inthe genital sensewas when Imade my penisdisappear.

I stood up."I'm taking Janehome; then I'mcoming back topack up somethings. I'm movingout."

"Alyssa, have youever had ag-spot orgasm?" Debbieasked.

"So you thinkhe'll like them?"

"No.There's no oneI can talkto as openlyas I dowith you two,"Nelly replied quietly."But it wouldbe too embarrassing."

Jackconsidered her questionfor a longmoment. "No. You'remore of asculpture that shouldbe appreciated ateye level."

Ipointed to theroom next tomine. "That's theguest room. Thesheets are cleanand I thinksome of yourclothes are inthere."

It's Wednesday night.I'm sitting atmy computer knowing in about 49hours I'll bewith him again,and all Ican think ishow much Iwish he werehere right nowto hold me,touch me, kissme, and makeme feel soincredibly good.

Ioblige by takingone of myhands and spankingone of yourass cheeks. Icontinue to pushingmy cock upinside you. Youstart to grindyour clit intomy pubic bone.I can feelyour secretions dripping down my balls.Finally you climax,fluid gushing andyou screaming. Mypenis can feelyour walls churning.It feels likemy penis istrapped with aclamp the strengthof a vice.We lay there,seemingly spent. Ifeel your chestagainst mine, yourbreaths long anddeep recovering froma second orgasm of the night;however surely notthe last.

"Good morningSir" I saidin a cleareven voice. "Isthere something Imight do foryou this finemorning?" I wenton.

"This is partof our cardiaccare," she said,almost gasping. "How'sthat heartbeat, stud?"

WhenI heard thatmy mother wasdead, I laughedso hard Ipissed my pants.Donald, my mother'sstupidly loyal husband of fifteen years,called with thenews. His voicewas raw fromhours of crying.I hung upon him sohe wouldn't hearme laugh.

I wasnow in thatplace I amwith you, sofucking hot allI wanted todo was tohumiliate him. Iwanted Graham torealize he nowwas Frannie, mybitch Frannie, soI turned around,bent over andbacked up topush my verywet pussy andass into hisface.

asthe pleasure replaced the dread andsweep me alonguntil I realizedthat my handswere free. Iwanted to hitat the blackman one momentand hug himthe next. Inthe end, Idid neither, asI bit theback of myhand and grabbedthe sheet withthe other.

"I'm Nancy,"I said smiling.

"Youare clean atlast. Good."

I walkedover to herand we huggedclose then wentto a tablefor lunch. Shewas as beautifulas she wasin high school.Rhonda was talland thin withwavy dark hair and deep blue eyes.

I movein tight behindyou and inone swift move drive my cockinto your hot,slippery pussy asfar as itwill go.

Sobbingsoftly, you raiseyour eyes tomine.

Bridget sighedas Melvin began to suck onher bare breasts.She wondered aboutMelvin's story. Twodays ago shewould have simplyassumed that Melvinwas delusional, butafter her wildexperience with himand the pizzagirl, she foundherself believing everyword. Would shehave given Melvin the time ofday before he'dtaken the witch'slove juice? Itwas hard tosay. It wasn'tMelvin's physical attributes that made herwant him, thoughhe wasn't anugly man; itwas what shecould see underneath,his inner self,that made himso attractive. Perhapsthe potion merelyallowed women tosee the beauty,the warmth andkind heart beneath his skin?

Theshopkeeper smiled indulgently and put downhis paper andpicked it up,"Ah yes... verynice piece," hesaid in heavilyaccented English. Helooked at thetag and thenhauled out alarge ledger, openingit. He scanneda couple columns then nodded, makinga note inledger before closingit, "You arein luck. Thisis on sale.$2.50."

Roy was experiencingstrange emotions. Hewas looking downon his mother,kneeling before him,submissive, captive, oneof his fantasiesin fact. Inbetween his eyesand hers, hishard shaft; nota small thing either, he consideredproudly.

Furniture was moved,and space wasmade so Ronand Laura wouldbe in themiddle of theroom. The restof us wouldbe standing aroundwatching. We hadto explain tothe other girlswho weren't withus before whatwas going tohappen. They couldn'tbelieve it, butwe told themto stay andwe would allfind out.

Hehadn't said acoherent word yetand remained silentas he beganto remove theuntiring fucking machine away from hertrembling body.

I couldn'tbelieve my goodluck when $15,000.00later I wasdriving home ina beautifully restored 1982 Ferrari GTsi.The hand-rubbed blackenamel gleamed inthe summer sun and the creamyleather Recaro seat caressed my bodyin an almostloving manner. Myshort brown hair blew in thewind and Ilooked in themirror and imaginedmyself looking justlike one ofthose movie stars in their sunglasses.