Chapter 4: Saturday Night

Sharon scanned the gathering of naked men and women around the table and smiled. There was not one dickhead amongst them. It was rare, in any situation, to be amongst a group of like-minded folk who all agreed on pretty much everything. There was never any discussion of religion or politics mind you, mainly just sport, entertainment and of course, sex.

During the meal the phone rang and Caz hopped up to answer it. A massive smile spread across her face and she subconsciously ran her hand down around her pussy as she spoke.

“It’s going to be a big night tonight,” she said, “Another six people to add to the list.” She looked over at Lisa and said “Greg’s coming.”

“How many are coming?” Sharon asked excitedly. “And who’s Greg?”

“That makes,” Caz did a quick calculation in her head, “36 people.”

“Fuck!” Sharon said in amazement. “36 people? Does that include us?”

“Actually,” Caz looked at the French visitors, “We’ll be losing a few after dinner.”

“Sorry,” Clement said, “We’re going into the city for a concert tonight.”

“Damn,” Sharon slumped back in her chair, “When will you be home?”

“Who knows,” Sophia said, “Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

“Umm,” Karen coyly popped her hand up, “I have to go soon too, as do Mike and John.” “What are you three up to?” Caz asked.

“There’s this new club that’s opened,” Karen said, “It’s out in the mountains, a fair way, I thought I’d check it out.” “A new club?” Caz smiled, “That’s awesome.”

“I’m allowed to bring two guys and even if it’s really lame, I get to take these two back to the hotel,” Karen rubbed Mike’s cock.

“Well let’s hope it’s a success so we can all go out one weekend,” Caz held up her wine glass in celebration. “So that makes about 40 or so in total,” Caz continued and directed herself at Sharon, “Will that be enough for you?”

Sharon giggled and nodded, “I’m sure I’ll be fine. Who is this Greg guy?”

“I’m sure you’ll work out why Greg is so popular once you meet him.” Neil reached over and squeezed her left nipple, sending a bolt of electricity through her.

Sharon was about to reach over and start wanking his cock but Caz recognised her devious smile and interrupted proceedings.

“Our first guests will be here very soon so I nominate Sharon and Marcus to greet everyone as they arrive,” Caz said and handed them a handwritten list. “Just cross their names off the list, help them get undressed, hang their clothes and Lisa will pass around the drinks.’

“No problem,” Sharon was eager to see who was coming so she knocked her wine down, poured herself another and circled Greg’s name. “Shall we?” she said to Marcus.

As they prepared for the new visitors, clearing space in the front room, setting out glasses of champagne, wine and beer in the hall, the four French guests began to dress themselves. Sharon though, decided to tease them.

She made space in the middle of the room and sat a chair down in the middle. Marcus figured that she was up to something and just let her be. As soon as she saw them coming down the hall, she sat on the chair and spread her legs wide. Marcus’s cock twinged in happiness.

“Ahh,” Clement laughed as he came into the room, “She won’t let us leave, will she?”

Manny immediately grabbed his cock as soon as he saw her, but Sophia slapped him gently and admonished him in French.

“Just a little,” he said, “Just suck.”

“No,” Sophia said sternly “We are late already.”

“I don’t mind,” Manny said and moved within the grasp of Sharon who reached out and took a hold of his member.

“Quick, suck it. Marcus, pass my shirt.”

Marcus laughed and pointed at a rack of shirts, “Which one?”

“The blue, oh yes, that one,” Manny stuttered out as Sharon sucked on his cock.

“Pathetique!” Clement said, “Come on, Manny, we’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Ok, ok,” Manny reluctantly said and pulled himself away from Sharon, “Tomorrow I fuck you again.”

“Maybe in my arse?” “I’ll be back for sure,” Manny bent over and kissed her and was soon followed by Raul, Clement and a long wet one from Sophia.

Marcus opened the door, and carefully hiding behind it, bid them farewell. As he watched them walk down the road, he noticed a group of seven sauntering up from the opposite direction. One of the ladies waved to him so he left the door open.

“Here come our first for the evening,” he called out to Sharon who nearly leapt off the seat.

“How many?” she asked.

“Seven,” Marcus replied, “Three ladies, four blokes.”

“One spare,” Sharon said and reached over to stroke Marcus’s cock, “For when this one wears out.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he said and slapped her hand away, “Behave, we have a job to do.”

To avoid being seen from the street, Sharon darted back into the room and grabbed a few coat hangers from the rack.

A petite brunette with shoulder length hair was the first to introduce herself as Amy but in the confusion of seven people suddenly undressing, names were lost. Sharon was more interested in finding out which one Greg was and just why he was so popular. There was a tall blonde haired lady in her mid-40’s, another with curly short hair in her 30’s and the four men were all in their late 30’s, early 40’s, but none were called Greg.

One of the men, a nuggety bloke with a receding hairline, was quick to undress and made his way straight to Sharon to give her a hug.

“So,” he ran his hands down her side and rested his hand on her hips. “You’re the hot new member Sharon we’ve all been hearing about. I’m Tom.”

Sharon tucked the guest list under her arm and reached down to grab his cock, “That I am,” she said and began to stroke it. “I’m looking forward to it, seeing a house full of cocks, arses, tits and pussy.”

“All being fucked,” he said and slid his hand down to her cunt. Sharon lifted her right leg up on a chair, inviting him into her wetness. “Oh fuck yeah, that’s so nice.”

Sharon wanted to be fucked there and then. His cock was hardening in her palm as she gently stroked it, mimicking the timing of his strokes of her pussy. Sharon was only seconds away from dropping to her knees and sucking him off when a knock on the door interrupted proceedings.

“Sharon,” Marcus said from behind a rack of clothes, “Sorry to interrupt you there, but could you grab the door?”

Sharon hung her head in mock sadness and kissed the man on the cheek, “I’ll catch you inside.”

Two more couples had arrived and for a moment they had to wait out in the hall for the others to finish undressing. Lisa offered them some drinks and so the sequencing of the first part of the evening progressed. Guests arrived, they got undressed, Sharon flirted with the men then they grabbed a drink from Lisa before heading out into the lounge room where the music was steadily increasing in volume.

Sharon urgently ran a line through each name as they streamed in, noting that the ratio was slightly weighted towards the men. Lisa came into the room with a tray of drinks and Sharon quickly slammed down another glass of champagne. All that booze though had two effects, one was that she was feeling even more horny and free than she had earlier, the other is that she needed to pee.

Placing the emptied glass back on the tray, Sharon excused herself and headed out to the party. Despite the fact that she’d already seen everyone there naked, viewing them all in the one location came as a pleasant shock.

“Well,’ she said to Caz, “This is wild.”

“Great isn’t it,” Caz replied rhetorically. “I take it that you’ve met everyone.” “All the men anyway.” Sharon winked at Tom who raised his glass to her.

“Of course you have.”

“I’m going to the loo,” Sharon said, “Back soon.”

Smiling at Tom and a bloke he was talking to, Sharon departed from Caz and made her way, with some urgency, to the bathroom. Luckily for her it was unoccupied and she was able to relieve herself quickly. In her rush she had forgotten to lock the door. Just as she finished, it clicked open.

“Oops, sorry. Hello again,” Tom said as he entered the room. Sharon just cocked her head towards him, she knew it was no mistake he was there. He wasn’t alone either, standing behind him was another guy who had just arrived in the last wave.

“It’s okay,” Sharon said, “I’m all finished here.” Sharon went to stand up but Tom, now stroking his cock, held his hand up to stop her.

“No need to get up,” he said, “I was, I mean, we were,” he nodded at his mate, “wondering if you’d like to continue on from where you left off?’

“You mean about to suck your cock?” she spread her legs ever so slightly as she spoke. “You know I want to, but I do have a job to do right now.”

Tom, still stroking his cock, moved closer, as did his mate. “Just a quick suck. There are so many blokes here wanting to have a piece of you that we don’t want to miss out.”

“You won’t miss out,” she said as she stood up. “I mean, look at that cock of yours. It’s one of the best looking ones here.” She took their cocks in her hands and really wanted to drop down and double blow them. “Besides if I were to fuck you now, you might miss out on all the other ladies.”

Both men were now rubbing her tits and arse as she spoke. Sharon was rapidly reaching the point of no return, that moment where she would just begin fucking and wouldn’t stop. But like so many other times that night, the flow was broken like a kinked hose.

“Sharon,” Ellen said from the doorway, “Lisa wants you in the room, more people are here.’

“Can’t you help her?” Sharon said hazily. “I really need to fuck right now.”

“Caz told me to tell you that Greg was here.”

Sharon snapped out of it quickly. “Greg! I really need to find out what all the fuss is about.” She let go of the two men’s cocks and ignoring their pleas, took off back to the bedroom.

Caz was laughing when she watched Sharon tear past her, checking all the people in the room for strangers. Lisa was no longer at her table of drinks and when she turned into the room she soon discovered why.

Lisa was sitting on a chair sucking Marcus’s cock and there was no one else in the room at all.

“Has Greg already turned up and gone into the room?” she asked.

“No one has arrived since you left,” Marcus said. “Promise.”

Sharon looked back down the hallway and saw Ellen standing there laughing with Tom and the other guy who were just shrugging their shoulders.

“Bitch,” Sharon laughed and mockingly shook her hands at Ellen, “You’ll get your comeuppance young lady.”

“Comeuppance?” Marcus laughed, “What are you, some Dickensian character?”

“What are you, some kind of literary expert?” Sharon retorted and spun around towards the two of them. “You do realise that you’re the only two people indulging in sexual congress at the moment?”

“Could make it three if you care to join us,” Marcus wiped his cock across Lisa’s face and popped it back in her mouth.

“Well if you decide that you’d rather waste your seed on that strumpet,” she pointed at Lisa who stuck her tongue out, “Well so be it. I, for now, shall partake in some more of this sparkling wine.” Sharon took another glass from the table and imbibed half of it in her first gulp. “It is a fine drop, this is.”

A knock on the door startled Sharon who spilt some of the wine from her second sip down onto her breasts. Marcus moved away from Lisa who begrudgingly returned to the table.

“Come on in,” Sharon said to the three men and one lady that were standing there. “Welcome, I’m Sharon, the new girl.” There was a casual introduction of names and Sharon didn’t hear any of them except of that of a tall skinny guy with an untidy mop of hair.

“I’m Greg,” he said as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He had no chiseled, hard body, no washboard abs. He was just an ordinary guy, she thought. Nothing to see here. That was until he unbuttoned his pants of course. His baggy jeans hid a monster of a cock so large that behind his underpants it looked like it was curved in and around itself.

“So that’s why they told me about you,” Sharon said as she reached over towards it. Greg though, knew just how to tease a woman, and he slapped her hand away.

“Rule number one,” he light-heartedly scolded her, “No touching unless you’re invited to.”

Sharon ran her fingers through her hair and twirled a length flirtingly around her finger. “But I’m the new girl, surely you want to touch this before too many others do?”

Greg adjusted his cock behind his underwear as he watched her run her hand down to her pussy. “I’d love to touch that tight little twat of yours, feel it before I stretch it out so much you’ll need two in there just to feel anything.” Greg latched his thumbs around his underpants and slid them down until just the base of his fat cock was exposed. Sharon took in a sharp breath in anticipation.

“It really is a great cock,” Lisa had entered the room with a tray of drinks, “Hi everyone. Who’d like a drink?”

Everyone greeted Lisa and drinks were snatched up, but Sharon was still transfixed, like a hunting dog on a rabbit, on the cock behind the cloth.

Greg inched his underpants slowly down, gradually exposing his cock. For what seemed like hours, that rough band of elastic slid down his cock. As soon as his knob popped out from behind, one of the other guys broke Sharon’s trance.

“I always feel a little inadequate when Greg drops his pants,” laughed one of the other men.

“You need not worry,” the other woman said, “As Greg said, as soon as he’s finished with a woman, you two can jointly fill the space.”

“I’d rather take her arse,” said the third man who came over to Sharon and rubbed her on it, “I hear that tonight will be your first time.’

“Well yeah, but I certainly won’t be taking that schlong in it,” she pointed at Greg’s member with the guestlist.

“And there,” Greg said as he took a beer off Lisa, “is the disadvantage of having this.” He grabbed his cock and pointed it at Sharon. “Not many women want this in their arses.”

“Fair enough,” Sharon said, “I know I don’t, but in my pussy, fuck yeah.”

Greg moved up against Sharon who took it as an invitation to touch, which it was. His cock not only felt thick and long, it weighed heavily in her hand. “Do you get dizzy when this gets hard?” she asked.

“You know,” he grabbed her right breast and gently pinched her nipple. “I’ve been asked that question ever since my first girl.” Sharon looked down at his firming cock, examining the thick vein that ran underneath and running her finger around his circumcision scar. “And for non-originality, I’m outta here,” he said. “You go then Mr Big,” she taunted him, “Go and intimidate the men and scare the women.” Greg just smiled at Sharon and as he turned out the door, gave her a last minute wink.

“He’s a bit of a dick really,” she said before realising exactly what she had said.

“More than just a bit,” Marcus chortled, “That thing would be, and I mean this both figuratively and literally, a pain in the arse.”

“Doesn’t every man want a big dick?” Lisa snuck down a quick gulp of champagne as she asked.

Marcus answered with a question. “Does every woman want gigantic tits? I don’t think so.”

Taking care not to upset Marcus’s self-esteem, Sharon took his cock in her hand and stroked it gently, “This one here does a pretty fine job, hey Lisa?”

Lisa groaned softly and licked her lips, “He’s right you now. When they’re as big as Greg’s you can barely even suck them off without straining your jaw. I like to suck a cock that fits nicely down my throat.”

A knock rang on the door and Sharon grabbed the list and prepared to check off the final guests. It was like a minibus had arrived as a swarm of guests flooded the room. There was so many that some of them had to wait in the hall as the first group undressed. When they had all finally disrobed Sharon checked the list and was pleased to find that there were only three more visitors expected.

The noise from the lounge room had increased exponentially with the growing numbers. Glasses chinked, people laughed and food was consumed as the naked throng carried on like any other partygoers. Sharon kept thinking that she was missing out on cock, and was constantly going back into the lounge to check on progress, but the night had only just begun.

As she stood gawking at the nudity, a cooling wave of air alerted her to the door being opened and the final three guests arriving. Two strong handsome men, that looked like models, and a middle-aged lady named Carol began to undress.

Sharon leant against the door jamb and watched the two toned men elegantly remove their clinging shirts.

Chiselled is a term much used to describe men that look like the Statue of David, and it perfectly suited these two. Hunks was another term, hunks of men. Even Lisa was impressed and winked at Sharon. Carol gave Sharon a long look up and down and held a small tartan cosmetics bag up for her. “You must be Sharon,” she guessed correctly, “that bag is for you.”

Sharon, having no idea what was in it, quizzically looked at the two hunks who simultaneously shrugged in ignorance. “You can open it now if you like,’ Carol pulled her bra off and passed it to Marcus, “or you can open it later with Ellen.”

Realising that the contents had something to do with her virgin arse, Sharon decided not to look at all and set the bag aside.

“Oh no you don’t,” Carol picked the bag up and handed it back to her, “You have to carry that out with you.”

Glad to be over meeting everyone, Sharon grabbed the bag and headed straight out into the din of the party. The bag, it seemed, was a flag for everyone to turn towards Sharon and respond by either nodding, raising glasses, clapping gently or as some men did, offering their pricks to her. When Sharon reached Ellen, who was sitting on the lounge casually stroking two guys cocks, and passed the bag to her, the same thing happened, applause, chinking and cock-shaking abounded.

“Both of you taking it up the arse for the first time tonight?” one of the men next to Ellen said, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Sharon pointed at Marcus who was talking to one of the women and a few blokes near the pool. “Him, if he manages to last until then.”

“And you Ellen, who have you picked?” he asked.

Ellen looked askance at him and let go of the two men’s dicks. “I’ll be having my husband Neil over there, of course.”

“Well done mate,” the other man said as he watched Ellen walk off with the bag, “Now we’ll be left here all alone.”

Sharon just laughed and took another glass of champagne offered to her by one of the hunks that had taken up the role of waiter. “I think she just likes messing with people’s heads.” She sat down between them both and flipped a leg over each of their knees. “I however, like to mess with men’s dicks.” She grabbed their semi-hard cocks and began where Ellen left off.

The music changed to a nice funky dance tune and Amy, the petite short haired brunette, hopped off the lap she was sitting on and began a writhing, slow dance in the middle of the room. As is their way, when one woman dances, the others get up and strut their tail feathers, attempting to attract the males.

Sharon was no different and for the second time that night, the two lads were left naked and horny on the lounge as she almost leapt up and began what could only be described as an awkward dance.

“I’m no dancer,” she said to the two men who she’d just abandoned, “Unless it’s of the horizontal type.” Lisa sashayed up behind Sharon and wrapped her arms around her, squeezing Sharon’s tits towards the two, now masturbating, men. With her precision eyesight, Sharon noticed a small dome of precum oozing out of one of the cocks so she held firmly to Lisa’s hand and swung herself away. Bending from the waist over, Sharon angled herself over his cock. With a quick wink she lowered her head and expertly licked the sticky load up and onto her tongue.

With the opaque droplet of cum wobbling on her tongue, Sharon pulled Lisa back to her, spinning her like a Mexican dancer. Sharon pulled Lisa’s head gently back and when Lisa saw what hung off Sharon’s tongue, opened her mouth like a bird awaiting a worm.

When their tongues met Sharon slid a hand down to Lisa’s pussy, rubbing and feeling her wetness excited Sharon, as did Lisa’s hot tongue as it swirled around hers.

“Let’s go tease,” Lisa whispered conspiratorially, “Get these men on the edge.”

Sharon didn’t answer verbally, rather she simply smiled and raised her eyebrows ever so slightly. As most of the women were now dancing and the men were watching, the girls targeted another two men who were earnestly chatting away.

Lisa danced over to them in such a way that they couldn’t help but stop and look at her. Lisa took a cock in each hand before squatting down before them. Sharon stood directly behind Lisa, took control of the dicks and began rubbing them over Lisa’s smiling face. Lisa used her now free hands to rub her pussy and squeeze her tits. Within a minute the two men were taking turns fucking Lisa’s mouth with their rock hard cocks.

Sharon took Lisa by the hand and pulled her up, leaving the two men standing there stroking their engorged pricks, and looking wantonly at the swirl of women dancing in front of them. Like a pair of cheetahs they lined Amy up and began a slow dance next to her, rubbing their rigid cocks against her as they caressed her lust charged torso.

Lisa and Sharon moved onto a group of three men and this time Sharon was the happy devourer of the three cocks that quickly sprung to attention. Lisa, rather than wank the cocks, ran her hand down Sharon’s back and arse before sliding her fingers into Sharon’s wet and willing cunt. Lisa could feel Sharon’s body shiver delightedly as she gently pinched and rubbed Sharon’s clit. Lisa coated her fingers in Sharon’s juices before standing up and sticking them into the mouth of the happy man standing in the middle.

Sharon, rather than standing up, dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled away, leaving three men suddenly bereft of her talented mouth and pumping hands. Lisa also moved away from the men who took to wanking their own dicks and searching the floor. They didn’t have to look long though because one of the ladies, a blonde in her late forties, broke away from the dance pack and headed straight to the three of them.

Amy took the two men that she was dancing with by the hand and wandered off back down the hall to one of the bedrooms. One of the other women, a tall curly-haired bleached blonde, took her partner by the hand also and followed them into the room, closing the door, as an indicator of the desire for privacy, behind them.

Caz was sitting on the lounge between two men and she watched, with some dismay, at the site of the five people hiding their sex behind a door. Caz was almost about to get up and say something, but when she noticed Sharon crawling across the floor, and that Sharon had that look in her eyes, Caz sat back and grabbed the cocks of the two men that lined each side of her.

Sharon, her arse being slapped gently by men and women as she clambered across the carpet, realised that she’d have plenty of time for cock later on, but for now she was concentrating on the pleasures of her own gender. Sharon was beginning to really enjoy the sensual eroticism of her female partners. She’d heard it all before of course, how it’s only a woman who truly knows how to satisfy another woman, but now she was genuinely beginning to discover just how true that statement was.

When Sharon reached Caz and placed a hand on each of Caz’s knees, Caz immediately shuffled forward and opened her legs, inviting the horny Sharon to dip into her nectar pot. The two men quickly grabbed the back of Caz’s knees and held her legs back and open. Caz’s pussy opened up like a calla lily and Sharon’s tongue dived straight in. Caz shook in unhindered delight as Sharon’s tongue pushed and flicked against her clitoris, forcing the little hooded man into a standing position.

Sharon felt a pair of hands on her arse as she ran her hands along the inside of Caz’s thigh, slowly tracing a white path to her sopping cunt. Sharon glanced quickly over her shoulder to see a man that she barely even remembered seeing, standing behind her having his cock sucked by Lisa who was the one doing the massaging.

Caz was wanking the cocks of the men holding her legs open so Sharon slid her hands up their legs and began rubbing and kneading their ball bags, causing one of them to suddenly ooze a translucent orb of pre-cum out of the swollen end of his cock. Caz scooped it up and let it run around the tip of her finger before reaching down and wiping it across her pronounced clitoris for Sharon’s enjoyment.

The salty tang hit Sharon’s senses like an aphrodisiac, she could feel the juices flow down to her pussy, readying her slit for all the cocks that she desired. Licking Caz’s cunt suddenly didn’t feel like it was enough, she wanted cocks, lots of them.

Sharon turned to Lisa, who was deep-throating the guy she was with as she wanked two others, and took one of them off her hands for her. Looking up she recognised him as Tom, one of the first guests that she’d met for the night. Tom’s cock seemed even larger, thicker and more ribbed with veins than before. Without hesitation she slipped his knob into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the head of his cock as she cupped his heavy balls in her hands. “Oh fuck yeah,” Tom moaned, “You certainly are as good as they say you are.” Chuffed that the men were talking about her expertise, and by the fact that he gave two thumbs up to Marcus, Sharon didn’t hold back and she began a dedicated sucking assault on Tom’s rigid tool.

Thick suspension bridges of her saliva swung from her hand to her lips as she pumped his cock and squeezed his massive balls. Tom rested his hands on the back of her head and began a slow fuck of her mouth, gently sliding his cock over her tongue and down her throat. Gradually he built up the momentum, pushing it in further as he increased the pace. Sharon saw from the corner of her eye another guy watching and wanking so she waved him over and took his member in hand.

“You love having a few cocks to play with, don’t you?” Tom wiped his cock across her smiling face, smearing a snail trail of pre-cum and spittle along her cheeks. “Love being fucked nice and hard, I can see it in your eyes.”

“Fuck yeah,” Sharon moaned and swapped her action to the other cock. Her chest glistened with her saliva and her nipples protruded like sentinels. As she slurped down each cock, her cheeks expanded out like a puffer fish. Tom whacked the side of her head with his flesh truncheon as she fully engulfed the other man’s dick.

“Let’s fuck this hornbag,” Tom said to the other bloke, “I want to feel that tight pussy of hers. Up on the lounge sweetheart.”

Sharon kissed each cockhead and spun on her knees towards the leather lounge. Crawling up next to Caz and her two men, Sharon took the cock of the man closest to her in hand and he in response, grabbed her tits. She watched Tom wanking his cock, a hungry desire was writ plain across his face. “Fuck me, Tom,” she urged him, “Fuck me hard.”

As she turned back to the other guy who had come around behind the lounge and was ready to fuck her face, she caught a glimpse of Marcus who was chatting with Neil, Ellen and Carol. Carol was slowly wanking Marcus as Ellen taunted Neil by flexing the coil of tubing. Marcus was at full mast as he watched Sharon get skewered by the two men over on the lounge. he couldn’t help but think how fine it was going to be to fuck her in the arse.

“Time to get you and Sharon ready I think,” Carol said to Ellen, “You can go first, Sharon looks busy.”

“This will be interesting,” Ellen said, “Might just denude the pussy while I’m in there.”

“Good idea,” Carol said “Makes it really intense if you get dp’d.”

“Not if,” Neil said and nudged Marcus, “When.”

“Definitely when,” Marcus stroked his cock “Maybe even make her air-tight. What do you say Neil?” “Indeed my friend, in-fucking-deed.”

Ellen whipped his arse with the tube, and the pair of them disappeared into the bathroom.

“Look at Sharon go,” Neil said, “She’s one hot and horny lady.”

Sharon was certainly enjoying the feeling of Tom’s thick long cock filling her tight wet cunt. Tom watched his slickly coated prick slide in and out, adoring the sight and sensation of his first fuck for the night. Tom knew he had it in him to fuck all night, but to be the first to jizz all over the new girl would be a first for him.

The guy sitting on the lounge reached down and began a concerted attack on Sharon’s clitoris, rubbing the extending nub for all that it was worth. Another guy came over next to the man fucking her face and began stroking his cock. The sight of him wanking his cock sent her over the edge and without any warning, an orgasm of immense proportions rocked her body. Her pussy tightened around Tom’s cock and flooded it with her warm juices. The fingers of the man rubbing her nub were slick with her fluids and he rubbed the sticky nectar on her nipples.