”One of the guys on the football team that she’d befriended started to step in to defend her honor, but she called him off, “Naw Luke, I got thi... tiny punk ass prick.”She’d had a few discussions about different lifting routines with Luke when she was getting on varsity Volleyball and he was getting on Varsity football. That may have been why Luke chuckled and said, “Cool, I gotta see this.”Tricia towered over Victor, “Bro, you know I could absolutely break you, right? So do me a favor. Please,. Can I have a drink? Someone pours me some crap wine circa 1979 boones farm. I stand in this teeny tiny studio apt in 'the kitchen' while 7 guys are in 'the living room' talking me off the ledge. Wow nice guys, no one is coming near me. All just talking, hanging out. My breathing starts to slow and I finally agree to just sit down.As I sat there on the futon in this cramped space, I talked with all of these guys, probably for 10 mins or so. To this day, I'm not sure how one guy decided it was. She then motioned for the two men to come over. Marcy and Bridgette lubed the studs bringing them to another hard on. "What a waste of manhood on these two ... do us first" With our shorts rolled down and asses in the air, our wives fucked the two body builders on the couch a mere inches from our face. Marcy arched and moaned with an intensity that I had never seen in our love making. Coming to a massive climax, she slumped satisfied against the back of the couch. "Now, get hard again. He probed my hole with his finger, found my prostate and prodded it. I felt my cock jump again.He started fucking me with his finger, then slipped in another beside it. It hurt at first but after a while, I felt myself loosening up. Soon he had both fingers going in and out steadily.Suddenly he withdrew them. I was just about to say something when he said, “Hang on.”He reached into the bag and knee-walked up next to me. He had something in his hand. It glinted in the moonlight, a small glass.