I was a diligent student, learning things about my body and his that I never could have imagined. He taught me how to give head and I spent hours on ...my knees practicing the art. Somewhat to my surprise I found that I loved it, I loved the power it gave me over him, the control of bringing him to the edge and then deciding whether or not to push him over. Sometimes I would get so turned on by what I was doing to him that I would wind up cumming without any other stimulation. He explored every. . I’m scared … terrified that the old man could kill me! But he doesn’t break the hold he eases the pressure .. teases me with a little air and tightens it again telling me maybe he should just kill me. I look at his face and it appears he means it … getting killed by my enemy fighting for the right to mate and knowing the better man won makes my little dick hard .. this makes the vicious old man laugh. He says he will spare me if I suck his cock and lube it up nice so he can fuck my wife with. God, chip looked good in that speedo. All of his muscles glistening wet in the sun. I looked hot myself in my pink speedometers with the back riding up my sex crack. I felt so cute. After enough play we went to shower off. By this time no one was really around and I was sex starved. I wanted to make love to Chip right there. He said to do it when we go to shower off. We did so. It was sundown and as we walked to the line of showers we saw the Guy that kept looking at us. This time we saw him by. Too late, even withdrawing from her would trigger an overwhelming feeling within him, any movement now on either side of the canvas would release his semen.My heartbeat, so young and strong, throbbed on the end of his cock, I was the baby with my hand stretched out asking for the l****a lollipop, I was massaging him with my firm and unused muscles, for the first time, for both of us, while he, fought with the consequences for being inside me, so while his cum flooded unabated into my tiny.