I heard the black man smile. Then I grabbed the base of his hard cock with my hand and started to jerk it; as I was spitting on it with my mouth.Then ...I began to suck just the tip of his head and move up and down with my hand. He stopped me, making me take off my tiny thong.A while later he was grunting heavily as I sucked his dick; when he stopped me and made me flip upside down. He started eating my pussy and licking my asshole, as I could only moan with pleasure…Then he turned me around and. “Like that?” “Yes. Is sex always that good? I’ve never felt anything before that could compare to that. I mean, my friends have certainly told me about it, but I guess I never understood." “Well,” I said, “I would say that it is always different. Sometimes it is mind-blowingly wonderful. Sometimes it is just good. And sometimes it may disappoint. I guess time will tell you whether it is always that good. But we have the rest of the week to experiment. Ask me again in a few days.” * Erin and. I was a young girl and beyond bored.We had just moved to the area so I hadn’t had a chance to make any friends yet. On top of that my parents were extremely religious and practically kept me under lock and key. Especially when they weren’t home, I was forbidden to go anywhere.So on this unbearably boring day stuck at home all alone I found myself exploring our new back yard… a small half acre in the rural burbs and completely covered in fir trees. Plenty of shade and what I learned to later. As her eyes focused, she saw two figures in the backroom, an older handsome man with the beautiful young barista. They were locked in a passionate embrace; arms, hands and bodies undulating together as they kissed hungrily. Their heads turned from one side to the next as lips and tongues position and repositioned themselves to achieve maximum pleasure. One of his hands was running through her hair, while the other pulled and tugged at her waist, pulling her body into his. She could almost hear.