After a half hour all the men had big smiles on their faces. (They should, I'm damn good at giving blow jobs!) Then I said, "Okay, you've had your fun... now that's it."I was wrong! The guys were getting hard again and David was fingering my pussy as I spoke. I knew what was coming next and didn't want it to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop them, not without getting into real trouble at home.I led to the bed and each guy took turns fucking me until he'd cum. I tried hard not to. Nonetheless, Winona was offering a creditable effort and it appeared to me that Fulmala was, too. "Use her," I told Daniel. "Teach her what you like -- what feels good." I did similar with Winona, gently guiding her where I wanted her; she voluntarily attempted to get me into her throat, after which I started pressing the matter. Daniel watched me like a hawk, but continued to manipulate Fulmala. Both of them began to gag and choke -- but neither of us was forcing things constantly, so they. As Shirley’s tongue dove into her fuck hole to tease out an elusive sticky bubble of sperm, she let out a low moan. ‘Oh fuck, I feel so hot when my cunt is eaten like….that,’ she whimpered. ‘Oh yes, baby… fuck my hungry cunt with your tongue you filthy slut.’ She was humping away, driving her plump pussy desperately onto Shirley’s face. ‘Get all that cum out… that’s it, Mmmmm…’ Meanwhile Jamal had recovered his erection, the mutual oral stimulation the women were obliging each other had him. I got wet at just the memory of the tool I knew he was carrying. I pressed against him completely, took his face in my hands and pressed my lips firmly to his. It only took a second for him to respond. As his lips began to press against mine, I felt his hands go around my waist. He forced my hips down and toward him, rubbing my mound against him. I let out a small moan as our mouths opened and our tongues began to dance. His one hand moved up to my breast and his other moved to cup my ass. I.