"Well?" She said no, didn't she?" Stacey asked.I nodded."Well, I'm going over there and show that bitch what's what," shegrowled, starting for the doo...r.I grabbed her arm. "Don't," I cautioned, and explained the gist of ourshort conversation."Then... then we're stuck like this?" Donna whimpered, tears forming inher pretty brown eyes as she dropped down to sit on the edge of my bed.Stacey slowly sat next to her, saying nothing, but her face a portraitof hopelessness.I knew how she felt. Until. Our lips came together.“I need you, I need to come,” whispered Janice. She exchanged another deep lingering kiss with me. I kissed Janice all over her body feeling its heat and the softness of her skin. I fondled her breasts.I paused. "Does that feel good, Janice?" Oh yesss..." Janice whimpered.I began kissing her way down and across her stomach, distributing a barrage of butterfly kisses around her hip bones. I leaned in and pressed my lips against the damp thicket. Janice slowly spread her. A girl who likes a man to use her like he wants. A girl who just wants to be... fucked?" We call a girl like that a 'slut.'" I said."I want to be your slut tonight."With that she got on her knees, had me stand up, and pulled my pants off. My cock was sticking straight out and staring her in the face. "Your cock is as nice as I thought it is. But I thought American boys did not have this." She tugged on my foreskin a little."What, my foreskin? Some of us have it, but not very many. I am. I felt her shudder, and increased my movements until, when she screamed and climaxed, my orgasm peaked, and I shot a strong jet of semen into her anal canal. She sagged as I held her firmly against me, my hands on her breasts and my penis still inserted from behind. When I began to soften, I withdrew and turned her to face me, gently kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.When she could stand without my support, I again picked up the soap and soaped her entire body, from head to toe..