The man had to be at least forty if he was a day and he had absolutely no sense of humor.She was undoubtedly the plainest of my sisters but I had cult...ivated her oral skills studiously ever since she was old enough to be legally qualified for the placement of her lips around my greedy cock. When she showed any sign of reticence, my demanding sister Princess would give her an "Indian Burn" on her bare arm until she opened wide and took me deep without gagging.I suspected that her upcoming. The delusion I'm writing is a rather large story; that will take some time.Lightly, my hand cupping her face, my thumb traces her cheekbones. Kissing her, feeling her full lips on mine, her tongue darts every so often to taste my own, meeting in between our lips to caress each other. She tastes of strawberry lip balm, not too strong, but almost as if she applied it to her lips slowly with an index finger, right before I had came home. My other hand runs through her thick, curly shoulder length. Michael and the other boys just had their pants down. I didn’t know it at the time but, I loved the feeling of being exposed, vulnerable and powerless. It really got me excited. When I dropped to my knees the boy’s cocks hovered in my face and I was very eager to please. One by one each one of them took turns grabbing the back of my head and slipping their hard cocks in my horny mouth. The one thing I didn’t like about sucking cock was the pissy taste. The taste would make my mouth water. .dreams of lurid, shameless transvestite sex, dressed as a hooker,sucking off a procession of men, of being exhibited naked, auctioned off tothe highest bidder...and in the background, always, controlling everything,stood Richard...I awoke as the orgasm ripped through me, soaked in sweat, moaning, thrashingand franticly masturbating, feelings of dread and shame and desire minglinginto one. What on earth was happening to me?I finished work early the next day and went straight to my local major.