He was pumping like a mad man and came way too quickly. I decided he would need some special training but that would have to wait. Pete lifted me up a...nd I quickly mounted his twelve inch cock. My pussy was so wet I slid on him in one quick motion. Megan and Heather knelt on each side of me and I felt my cheeks spread apart. I looked over my shoulder to see the coach lubing his cock and with a lustful smirk as he prepared to shove his black cock into my ass."OOOOOHHHH FUCK!" I screamed as he. “We talked,” Sally said. “Last night, after you want to bed, he came to my room.”“And fucked, of course,” Marla smiled.“Oh, yes!” Sally giggled. “We sure did, Mother. Is that okay?”“What can I say?” Marla replied. “I got you two started, didn’t I? I’d be cruel if I tried to stop you now. What did Bob say about me?”Sally squirmed her pantied ass on the cushioned stool. “He just said he wanted to fuck you, Mother.”“Is that all?”“Well, he said your cunt was awfully hairy and wet, and he wondered. There was nothing to do but remain meek and obedient. Only once The Beast had forgiven her could she consider changing his view of her romantically. That was her plan, and she would stick to it. She was not looking forward to dinner.Listless, Rose had no idea how to fill the time until dinner, so, she ***********ed a book at random from a nearby shelf. With some struggle, she deciphered the text on the cover: Lexicon Technicum: or, An Universal English Dictionary of Arts and Sciences:. THE FIRST RULE OF BLOWJOBS: DON'T COMPLAINDon't complain if deepthroating his cock makes you gag. Don't complain if he cums in your mouth. Don't complain if he cums on your face. Don't complain if he slaps you. Don't complain if you don't like the taste of his cock. Don't complain if he fucks your throat so hard that you vomit. Don't complain if you can't breathe. Don't complain if he doesn't stop when you want him to.Remember: if you feel like crying, you're doing it right.THE BASICSYou're.