My white panties are the only thing protecting my butthole from his white pole. Frank slaps me rough on the ass and I moan. He rubs my soft feminine a...ss and states. “My ex-wife was black, and she had a phat ass like yours. But she never let me put dick in it, when I look at this pretty brown ass in front of me, I need to fuck the shit out of it.”No waiting any time, Frank rips off my panties and starts placing soft, wet kisses all over my fleshy ass cheeks. He long tongue licks my crack as his. Greg was not exactly gay, but he wasn't exactly straight either. He obviously liked girls, by the way he ogled my breasts through the skimpy top I wore when he came over. But I could tell he was as attracted to my lover as I am by the way he melted when Jack turned on his characteristic charm. The moment that Greg fell under our spell completely though was the moment when Jack slipped his jeans down to reveal the erection that I had been helping him with as we waited for Greg to arrive. It was. "No! Help -- somebody help me!" Jacqui screamed in full-throated terror. "They're going to rape me!"White legs thrashed at the air. The furry brown triangle of her cunt winked between her flashing thighs. "Wow!" Chuck whistled appreciatively. "She looks better in real life, don't she?"Whistling, Martin nodded. He had his belt off. He'd run the leather strap through the buckle till he had a small noose. "Turn her around," he said. Chuck did. Martin eyed her bare back, the inward curves of her. The once hetero hunk couldn’t understand the reason his body was betraying him. He knew nothing about prostate glands, he didn’t understand how douching his ass had caused this steel hard erection. He couldn’t understand the empty feeling his ass was experiencing. He didn’t like getting fucked, he wasn’t turned on by other men, he didn’t like cocks! He liked women or a pretty sissy boy. His face was red as he looked down at his leaking hard prick. He didn’t want the kid to come back and see him.