Was I Tony’s daughter?I started crying a little harder when I realized that I might have been fucking my own Dad.My tits swayed before me, the amulet swinging back and forth.He didn’t try to fuck me but I did feel him making his cock throb inside me. This dildo masturbation was where my training with the butt plugs came into effect.She’s got a romantic comedy picked out and is already relaxed in one of the recliners.She gracefully and old sensually leaned her head back and draped the cloth over her face and mouth.Hailey ranted on for a few more minutes and realised that during that time Julie had said nothing down the phone, then finally running out of steam Hailey paused and waited.Slowly I start to ease my cock inside you.Just delicious.Jim seemed to take extra time cleaning kinky my ass pussy, playing with it, pushing one, then two, and then three fingers in, fucking my ass clean.Otherwise, it would feel just wrong.Pierce sometimes liked to corner Phil and talked to him about how the students of his school were actually delinquents and misbehaved and all that, but Phil knew that stockings he was making the school better, not worse - jading him was completely pointless and didn’t help anything.But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin.I swallowed. Chris lifted his mouth up off of my dick just long enough to quickly whisper back, Go right ahead. So I leaned back on my elbows, and within the next few seconds I began orgasming my ass off, and unloading my whole masturbation wad of sperm into back of Chris's mouth. And as far as I could tell, he swallowed every bit of my sperm.In fact, he didn't stop hand-pumping my dick--nor did he pull my dick-head out of his mouth--until he finally felt my dick starting to shrink and soften up. At that point, Chris got out from between my legs.I pulled my jeans and tighty whities dildo kinky back up around my waist, and then I sat back down. Even in the dim moonlight I could see the obvious bulge at the front of Chris’s pants, as he sat down beside me, to my immediate left.He reached down into his own crotch, and he began to openly massage and squeeze his pants-covered bulge in front of me. Throughout the whole time he was doing this, he didn't say one word to me.I was really freaking out at this point, because I was pretty sure that Chris was wanting me--and maybe even expecting me--to jack him off and suck his dick, just like he had already stockings finished doing to mine.My having passively cooperated with Chris in The Pit just moments before (as I was allowing him to suck my dick, and jack me off) was something that I could rationalize away as just being mere sexual curiosity on my part. But the thought of me being the one who was doing the dick-sucking made me feel a little bit queasy.At the time, I viewed my own sexuality as being completely heterosexual in nature. And as I have already mentioned, all of my sexual fantasies involved me having sex with girls. Of course, most of the time, those girls would turn out to be torn-out magazine porn photos of naked women who were letting me stare at their breasts and pussies while I was masturbating. But the very thought of me passionately kissing or hugging another boy was nothing less than gross and disgusting to me.So it scared the heck out of me--and confused me quite a bit--when I realized that, deep down inside, I was actually wanting to perform the same types of homosexual-style acts on Chris, that he had just done to me . I felt like such a queer for even having those feelings. But, of course, that still didn’t stop me from having them.Even old my still-halfway-erect dick betrayed me, when it began growing again inside my pants, while I was watching Chris, as he teasingly played with his bulge in front of me.And I unexpectedly found myself actively fantasizing about what Chris’s dick and balls might look like, and about how it would feel to have my hands wrapped around another boy’s bare erect dick. And I imagined what it would be like to hold my close friend's balls in my hand.Suffice it to say, it didn’t take very long before I automatically reached down into my own crotch with my right hand, and began to massage my growing bulge.When Chris saw me doing that, he pulled his hand away from his crotch, so that I could plainly see his bulge. And he finally broke the silence, by asking me, Would you like to feel my hard-on? Of course, I told him, Sure.