They were delivered deeper and safely in the uterus where they could do their magic. Well- one of them could do his magic. It only took one, and James... ejaculated enough to repopulate all of Los Angeles and New York combined. As if that devastation wasn’t enough for hubby, when James pulled out, he saw directly a huge, dark, gaping, cavernous maw that was once his wife’s tight pink vagina. Ribs of pulsing muscle flexed to keep it open. In the bottom, a translucent pool of pearly white nigger. And when I was around girls who were fifteen, sixteen, eighteen, twenty, oh, I had to carry a towel with me, ready to drop down over my embarrassing condition.All those golden, tanned bodies. I was a boy, after all. Quite a normal boy.We often went to resorts with one or two other families, one had no children, the other had Sarah, who was a year older than me, fourteen. They had moved up to Northern California two years ago, so now we really only saw each other during the summer.Sarah and I. Love that. ‘Oh yes.’ I said. ‘I could do that.’ She crawled up to me, shoved aside the paper, unzipped my fly, wrapped her ruby lips around my flaccid penis, and sucked. Then the phone rang. Just as well. Things were going so well now I didn’t want to blow it (excuse the intended pun) by having lousy intercourse on the couch, what with the blinds closed, and no one watching us from a closet or videotaping us for the nightly news or nothing. ‘Hello?’ I said, grabbing my nearby cell phone before. She had asked Sybil how she got her date. Sybil and she were the last hold-outs. Sybil had giggled. She was going with David Potter, who was a rather good-looking boy, if excessively intellectual.Sybil merely giggled."I took the plunge, what else? Why don't you, Cathy?" Ohhh," Cathy mourned, "I promised my mother!" She couldn't very well admit that she was still a virgin, so she avoided the word. But she couldn't very well tell the girls that she had had her cherry popped by her brother. So she.