“My, my. Look at this. So firm, so well made.”“Don’t encourage him,” I heard Dana say, some heat in her voice.“But, Dana, dear, that is ex...actly what you do!”I felt nails on the sensitive, and now exposed, underside of my cock. The ran lightly from my balls to just below the head, up and down several times.“Oh, it gets larger,” Shawna said.“I thought you were leaving,” Dana asked from the bathroom.Her nails seemed to dig into the swollen flesh of my dick, but it was more sexual than painful.“You. I did notparticularly like the pink ones but realized they were just part of it.Mom and Aunt Carol used a collection of various home and professionalrods. Before going back to submit to the torment of the application ofsmelly solution, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, admiringwhat I saw and then reminding myself that being a boy, I must surelylook strange to my pal. Yet my mother, our neighbors, ladies at church,my grandmother, we all seemed to wear our curler rods much the same,with. The next quarter of an hour was a blur. I tried to do things with my mouth and tongue that I liked being done to my cock. Brian guided me with moans of pleasure when I did something good. I couldn’t take him too deep, as my gag reflex stopped me, so I controlled his depth by gripping the base of his cock with my hand as he gently held my head and fucked my mouth. And all too soon it was over, he pulled his iron hard cock from my caressing mouth, and wanking furiously, unloaded spurt after spurt. "You're such a slut, storm." Peter said as storm went down on her knees, smiling. "Only for you Peter. Only for you."He wasted no time, pulling his trousers down to his legs and letting his thick 7 inch cock spring out in front of storms awed eyes as he laid it down onto her face, slapping it down gently a few times as he let's its musky sent pervade her senses."This is what you want, isn't it slut? You want this cock spraying cum down your thirsty throat, isn't it? Go ahead then. Take it." He.