The guy I nominated best kisser sat open-legged behind me, declaring us an item, it was that quick, and I responded by moving closer and resting my he...d on his open crotch, so he could bend forward and kiss my mouth at will.It was during such a kissing session the other two boys chose one nipple each and started to suckle me. I could feel their respective tongues flicking across them as individual feelings, the sucking and teeth scr****g, causing me to yelp, but not making any effort to stop. “I'm sorry...” I whispered to the girl, and then I pushed inside her. She was definitely a virgin. Her cries of pain almost literally broke my heart. I pressed all the way intoher making my balls rub on her soft skin. I looked away so I didn't have to see this poor girl get ruined.When I looked away, not much else was better. Older girls and guys having their asses, pussies, andfaces used as fuck toys by the others. I could actually see a cock expand the throat of the guy next to me,and he was. He laid it aside and continued to slide in and l out of Ellen's vagina. ABout five minutes later there was a knock on the door and when I opened it there was two of the guys from his rugby team one black and one white. I let them in and when they saw Peter on the bed they both stripped off their track suits and joined him on the bed. Ellen gasped and asked "Whats going on?" Peter just said "I think you are in need of a really good fucking and I cannot manage all that on my own. As he said that. The Playboy’s I leave out for him as a friendly courtesy to show I know he hasn’t been on a successful date in a while. I don’t know if he gets the message, but he definitely leafs through them. I arrange them chronologically and they’re constantly out of order. The bar, where I go to think, is hit and miss when it comes to action. Some nights it’s quiet and good for solitude. I get scotches on such evenings… I actually like scotch for thinking. It keeps imagination grounded with sharp bitter.