.talking about damn cocks! And don't you for a minute believe she didn't know exactly what she was doing to me. Conniving little vixen!She had plenty ...of experiences with cocks and she would tell me about each one in great detail. For example...I remember the time, early on, when the first black walked in our club. It was a crowded club. People everywhere. Plenty of hot women. He was handsome, slim, moderately tall. Arrived obviously as a professional wearing an expensive dress shirt and tie.. By now anyone else in the citywould already have a partner if they were interested in competing Iguess. It doesn't leave many people and there's no time to groom a newpartner like I was doing with Heidi and Janet." Even if you had another partner, and one of a high enough quality,"replied Jason, "there would be no time to get the routines down. Andthere's only one person in the city who knows the routines and that's me.Do you have any ideas at all?" Not a one," said Ryan dejectedly as both his. By then, he was hard again, and I spread my legs to invite him in. This time, he pleasured me for what must have been fifteen or twenty minutes, taking it slow and teasingly, letting the cap of his penis glide along every square inch of my now expanded vagina as he kissed my neck and squeezed my nipples. Not that I was keeping time. In fact, I came again almost as soon as he bottomed out in me, and was on the ragged edge of another orgasm as we fucked, slipping into ecstasy only after I felt. As I brought the soft burning hot skin up and over the head of his dick I noticed that a pool of salty nectar had formed in the cowl. When I stuck my tongue into it to lap up his delicious wetness I swirled around the head and probed into his slit. This caused my young friend to howl and buck up and down. “Suck me, suck me, suck me,” he howled. I was only too happy to oblige. My own rod was howling to be released so I peeled off my shirt and then my pants and underwear. My pulsating cut.