His arms and hands sprung from the bed and for a moment I thought I would grab at me until I remembered that his wrists had been tied together. I duck...d under his hands and let them settle over my shoulders. I could feel him pull at the back of my neck with the jockstrap binding. I moved down to kiss him as I worked myself on his slippery, covered cock.Our lips parted.“Oh fuck,” he said.“That’s right, let yourself go,” I said.I had always practiced my control. Squeeze then relief, move then. John was trying to spread my ass cheeks with his fingers, and when he pushed his finger into me, I squirmed a little. It felt good, it’s what I had wanted and when he looked up at me and asked, “Does that feel good,” I simply nodded.Sucking my cock again as he slowly moved his finger in and out of my tight little hole, I couldn’t help but squirm a little more. I knew what he wanted, I wanted it to and when he looked up at me and said, “I wanta fuck you,” I instinctively leaned up on my elbows.I. I was quite apprehensive as I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, I knew my apprehension was misplaced, she was standing at the ironing board wearing a pair of shorts (and I mean shorts) with just a tee shirt and she was singing along to a walkman plugged into each ear.I laughed as I watched her, she wasn't just ironing, she was dancing with the bloody iron like a pianist, raising her hand up and swooping down to sweep over my shirt, her feet were moving to. Steve then put me on my back, spread my legs very wide and began to fuck my now wet pussy. While he was fucking me the other guys took there clothes off and started to put their cocks in my mouth and hands and two guys began to suck and bite my tits and nipples. Steve pulled out of my pussy and emptied his warm load all over my belly and clean-shaved pussy, as soon as he was done somebody else was fucking my extremely wet pussy. By now I had a cock in each hand, one in my mouth, one fucking my.