Click, click, click....

I pull my focus back to the cock at hand or mouth as the case may be. Peekin is driving as gently as he can but I can tell it’s hard for him to hold back. I’m doing all I can to accommodate and inspire his assault. After he pulls me close, I wait a millisecond then drive it just an inch deeper. It has my desired effect, he’s moaning uncontrollably. At the back door, Quiet is doing a lot of grunting as he finishes unwrapping his prize, a finger slides into my hole. “Goddam, this bitch is already greased for fucking, damn girl, that’s hot!” I forgot I had squeezed off an inch of lube into myself just before John (Master John, I gotta remember that) and I left the hotel. That preparation may pay-off with this hung crowd, smooth and lubed is fun. I’m sure after the first load I’ll have plenty of cum glide working.

Quiet has his rod lined up and Walt grabs him by the shoulder, “easy big man, the word is use not abuse, remember?” Quiet snuggles in closer, he grabs me by the hips, I love the heat from his hands being on me. Now his cock tip touches me, I can feel a slow pressure build as the head of his pulsing cock finds the spot that will slowly release the sphincter and allow penetration. OMG, I’m about to be penetrated by the real thing, a real man’s cock in my ass. I have sooo longed for this to happen and the moment is here. So while Peekin is shoving down my throat, Quiet has just managed the head of his cock to open me and begin to enter my ass. I have to take a personal second to feel and appreciate this event. A mental momentary aerial view of the action that is all around me and in which I am the center of lust.

A black cock driving down my throat, one that I enflamed and encouraged, another cock opening my ass inch by inch, push by push. I want to feel all the finery I am still encased in, the bra straps pulling on my shoulders, the breast forms full across my chest and cushioning the assault in the my ass as I’m pressed into the sofa.