Deacon had turned us slightly so my back was now to Greg. When I looked over my shoulder, Greg would not look at me. Also, as I turned, my left breast...pushed further into Deacons hands. I pulled back but he held on, tweaking my left nipple again, sending a shiver thru me. "Its true, Deacon said". "In fact, he helped me, if you know what I mean." Suddenly Greg seemed to come out of his stupor. "That's enough, we said we would not talk about that". Greg was looking up now from the couch. Deacons. My head is thrown back, my fingers are buried in the expensive fabric of my sofa, and this man is fucking me with his tongue.I want to ask him to stop, it is way too soon for me to orgasm, but I can not find the words, instead my hand holds his head in place as I arch and grind against his mouth as every nerve ending erupts on fire and I scream some words that make no sense as his thumb slips into my ass and the world stops and ends with his mouth, and my pussy, and I explode, and he is greedy,. I thought for an instant and then nodded. What the fuck, I thought, they are doing everything else to me.Jerry lifted his hand and slowly wanked my already stiff cock. Stiff, that is, from the dildo that was massaging my prostate and giving me wonderful sensations that I never knew were possible. I felt Jerry’s hand on my cock stroking its entire length and pumping it towards my orgasm.Without asking Jerry extended his tongue and head and licked on the knob end in front of him. I nearly lost it. She then turned her attention to my balls. After about 5 minutes all of my shaft and balls had been covered with stingling nettles and it was totally tingling. I looked down and my cock was covered in little blisters. V told me that she had been gardening and cut down the nettles and had wondered what would happen if they were put onto a cock. She had googled it and found some good reviews of the effects of stinging nettles.My cock was rock hard and I really needed to fuck her. I laid her on.