She savored my squirming hips. “Cum down her throat. Pour it right into the little whore’s stomach. That’s why we raised her. To be your cum dum...p.”“Yes,” groaned Daddy.His fingers dug into the sides of my head. He slammed my moth down his cock. I was so helpless, so at his mercy. Those wonderful feelings swelled the orgasm in my depths. My mother’s tongue flailed through my cunt’s folds. I held back the explosion with every ounce of my will.“Fuck!”Daddy’s cock erupted. It throbbed in my throat.. Dunin, I expect you to be shifting back and forth with your special sight. It might also help us find the doorway to The Soulsmith's Hall."They all nodded acknowledgement and Dunin raised his hand, signaling that he understood. The group slowed a little looking for clues to any hidden passages: a scraped floor, color differences in the walls, a hint of something out of place. The passageway they were in passed under an arched opening and into a vast cavern. The floor gave way to a vast arched. You are nervous as you stand on my front porch and push the doorbell button. I come to the door and invite you into my home. We sit down on the couch to chat for a bit. One of the things I like about men is that we don't need to go through a ritual of going out to dinner, having some wine and maybe, eventually, getting around to sex. Between men, we know why we got together.After just a little small talk, I ask you what sexual activity you enjoy most. You say you're new to bi-sexual. You...and only you."The little blonde had a way with words, and I was starting to get turned on by them. Slowly, she approached me, grabbing my arms and caressing them nice and slow. "I miss feeling the way you pounded me. Up and down. Up and down, telling you not to stop...and pound me some more."Her talking so dirty certainly struck a nerve, leaving my pulse racing and my heart beating up a storm. She put her arms around me and pressed her lips against mine, and one hand rubbing my already.