In the meantime, my arousal had only been building and building, and as I got hornier, so did every other female in the room. The music was seemingly ...ouder, filling our ears as the world around closed in until there was nothing left but the lust, the music, and whatever gorgeous body was nearby.None of the guys knew the truth about what was happening, but they certainly were enjoying the fruits of my labor. Two couples were clearly fucking not five feet from us, and I had already brought both. “My pants, slave,” I ordered. My girl hastily undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. As she slid my zipper down, I caught sight of her eyes staring up into mine, glossy and bright with lust, the intensity of her need and desire laid bare in those shining, dark brown orbs. And then my pants were undone, and she gripped my black boxer-briefs and slipped them down until the thick hardness of my cock was exposed, and she had eyes only for my dick. She stared at it closely, intently, reverently. You eyes fall on the tented bulge in his boxer shorts, running down his left thigh. Licking your lips, you grip the waistband and pull them down. You gasp as his cock springs into view, all eight, thick, inches bobbing in front of you. Your hands grasp it, one stroking the length, the other cupping his balls. A drop of precum oozes from the tip and you can’t help wrapping your lips around the head, sucking the cum into your mouth. “Mmm, suck that cock slut,” he moans just before you. The rail line was easy going, as they'd expected; it was snowcovered, and only the two steel rails poked through the snow, from when Mark's father-in-law had plowed it out the day before.It was getting dark, now, really dark; the moon wouldn't rise for a couple of hours, yet. Mike reached up to turn on the battery-powered headlamp he wore strapped to his head, just to put a little light on the scene, but mostly he was letting Ringo find the way, not that there was much chance that he'd get.