"Okay," Cynthia said, pulling back with a smack of her lips. "Now what? We've got two pussies, but only one cock." Simple," Jared said. "One gets my c...ck and the other gets my tongue. I'll let you two figure out the arrangements." While you lie there and we do all of the work," Cynthia said. "Sure, why not? It'll be different." And Cynthia and I are good friends," Shannon added. "I saw something the other day, and have wanted to try it." Oh?" Cynthia looked at her friend as Jared lay on the. Tammy had just sucked off one guy, who in turn pulled off her skirt and noticed the taped down cock. Pulling off the sheer panty hose, he said "look guys, what the fuck it's a guy" pointing out the taped cock hidden from sight. "So what " a tall dark black one said, "he gives good head and has a really tight asshole" while pulling his pants back up. Tammy's mouth and asshole both had creamy cum circles around them as other were preparing to enter her again. Leaning her over the sink top, each. When I got down to my underwear he fell to his knees and pushed my hands aside. His face was about a foot from my crotch, and for a second I thought he was going to put his mouth on the cloth covering my rapidly stiffening dick, but instead he started rubbing me with one hand. My cock was in an awkward position, hard but pointing downward inside the cotton briefs, so I stopped him long enough to adjust so it was pointing upward. The purplish tip, already leaking precum, was showing just above. Hands clasping together, she stroked the skin of her bare fingers. “Speak.” It was a plea and a demand, and his tone made her smile. No one talked to her like that. Everyone treated her like she was porcelain, as if she needed extra care. Or a savior. That night she’d needed neither, and the man before her seemed to sense it. Hidden behind the mask in the cloak of night, she’d finally felt alive. Sunlight devoured the shadows as the earth awoke. A scratching at the gate made her look up. It.