I was such a naughty wife to fuck both these men. I sucked hard as the dick slammed down my throat and heavy balls smacked my lips."What a slut," groa...ned the man fucking my mouth. His salty precum stained my tongue as he pounded me. "Shit, she can take cock." Yes, she can."The Black man smacked my ass. The sharp, stinging pain flooded to my pussy. I gasped and came again. My pussy spasmed about his dick. I moaned about the cock slamming down my throat as I bucked between the two men.I sucked so. It had been about a year and a half since she was first awakened by her mother's screams. It was just days before her eleventh birthday.She told me that at first she thought someone was trying to hurt her mother and being afraid, tip toed down the hall to peer through the partially opened door. When she looked inside, she saw that the screams were not from pain, but from pleasure."Mom was kneeling on the bed with her butt way up in the air," Beth recalled. "She was lying down on her upper body. For them, a good day comprised three meals, ten or twelve hours farm work, no whippings, and whatever nooky they could get from the female convicts. A good week was similar only with Sunday off to go to mandatory church services.Don's surname was Gillespie but he knew that way back his family was connected somehow to the Walton clan.Within a year, with the assistance of much assigned convict labour, the property had a huge vegetable garden, chickens, and the pairs of rabbits brought with them. "I don't care," Bethany replied and started sucking him again. There was a drop of cum left behind and she was glad to find it first. She looked up and saw Andy lounging backwards again, content to let her work her magic. Bethany wondered if he could see the smile in her eyes. It didn't matter. She bobbed her head up and down and swirled her tongue around his skinner than Keith's sized prick. "Oh yeah," Andy groaned, though he didn't feel close to having an orgasm. Bethany remembered his balls.