I was gritting my teeth, trying not cum yet. I was still stiff as a rock.I pushed again, since I felt I was approaching my own orgasm.I started to scr...am as I felt it washing all over my body. I pulled out from her gushing warm cunt. The first stream shot onto her hair…Anita’s second orgasm started as I was about half finished with mine and it was a close call as to which one of us was louder.I had nearly forgotten about our audience. They were still there, two of these young guys had wet spots. It seems like something wrong, doesn’t it? I guess that’s what I think of when you tell me I let you do things. I want to try everything our parents tell us not to do. I have a feeling that’s what feels best and they just don’t want us figuring it out.”“I get it but I also don’t. How does our parents telling us not to have sex relate to you putting my penis in your mouth.”“Just tell me how it feels.” She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked it into her mouth. He gasped and. Raising my body a little, I massaged his lips, chest and cock with my nipples; this was erotica at its very best. “Fuck me Cinnamon! Fuck me hard. I can’t take any more of this,” Jon exclaimed. Climbing back on the bed and straddling his body, cowgirl style; I leant over and kissed him as I guided his throbbing rampant cock deep inside my pussy. For each thrust from his cock, my breasts reciprocated and tantalizingly bounced across his mouth. Tightening my pelvic muscles resulted in a clam. Stephy’s kiss lingered gently and softly and I let her kiss me. I think she had done this before because she knew to let me get used to the kiss? I was frozen to the bed and petrified by the whole situation and at first I didn’t respond at all. I just felt her lips, smelled her hair and ever so slowly I began to relax. The alcohol may have eased my nerves? My body became less rigid and I felt Stephy’s hand resting on my stomach teasing my skin. Things started to move fast and the alcohol meant.