He became he so much aroused that he turned me down and got on me and put all his big black cock in my pussy. I made loud sounds and screamed out of j...oy. This was the first time that I was enjoying in real getting fucked by the black guy.He was fucking me with passion. He came in my pussy. I jumped out of the bed and took out my pills. He asked me what I was doing. I told him that I did not want to become pregnant by him. He kissed me and asked me to marry him after our studies get completed. I. After about 15 minutes he returns with a bell man following close behind loaded down with bags. "I realize you didn't have much time to pack and prepare so I picked up a few things for you to wear this weekend" he says with a grin on his face. "Here go put this on for tonight" as he hands me what I assume is a dress on a hanger covered by a black plastic bag.I go to the bedroom to put it on. Removing the bag I am taken aback and think to myself. I can't wear this, there is practically nothing. Peter was another story. He was unhappily married, with no less than five children of assorted ages and his wife was the sort that frowned on anything sexual that did not involve the “missionary” position and a proper use of hygiene at all times. Since her uncle Peter was quite often “in his cups”, it was quite simple to open him up and take him between her lips before he actually realized what was going on. Of course, after taking up residence inside the wet and wonderful confines of Sylvia’s. Mark leaned over me and wrapped his arms around my waist, twisting me on my side as he spooned me and hiked up my right leg as he continued fucking me, giving them a good view. Guys shifted over to watch my bald pussy getting poked rapidly. Mark was shaking my left breast as he hammered me and I started to moan. His right hand pressed against my clit and started rubbing it fast as I started to cum, writing and squeezing Mark’s arm as I screamed ‘Oh fuck!’ over and over until my orgasm stopped..