We both groan into each other mouths as we French kiss. I break the kiss hoping for a blowjob but she grabs my hand and pulls me into the lounge. With...her legs apart she bends forward over the back of the sofa. Her hand immediately appears between her legs and grabs my dick pulling me demandingly towards her pussy, before slipping my nob just into her tight pussy. I’m not given a chance at admiring her rear as my balls are now grabbed and pulled. I slide half my dick effortlessly into her tight. So I spent most of my time with my family and Michael and only saw Joey twice. Joey was not happy about that and neither was I. New Years Eve (the night I first told you a little about, at the start of the story) was the worst though, because when Michael kissed me at midnight all I could think about was how much better it would be if it was Joey’s lips on mine. To be fair here, Michael probably wished I was someone else also.Michael and I were still dating platonically, our pact of the. She never stopped, swallowing his load and not even spilling a drop!I slowly arose from her, seeing both she and I had nearly coated the cushion under her fat ass with a creamy glaze!I looked back at Gary as I fixed my pants."Fuck that," He said."My fucking house, I don't do sloppy seconds for no one's ass!"I stepped over and took up my beer, nudging him a bit."Not even for that ass?" I said, watching Melissa turning on her side - licking her finger tips as Bill stumbled over, also fixing his. "And I can continue to play until I decide to pull out." If you can quit," he smiled. "I have done this with women before. They get so hooked on the excitement of the game they can't quit. They always play just one more time until they get the bullet."Sally shuddered at the thought. Still. . . still, she knew she had to play. At least once. She had to know how good this sexual experience really was."All right," she said. "I will play this game. At least once. Just promise me you won't kill me.