“Again!” Brown beard said and then moaned when I complied. “Keep fucking that hot ass man! He’s about to suck the load outta my dick! I want y...u to take it, you hear me!” Black beard called. Red beard and I only moaned in eager agreement. We all knew we had become a bit loud and others in the corn could hear us, but what the fuck! Nothing better than mansex at its horny best as shared between myself and three of my favorite type of man. “You want my load in your mouth, right cocksucker!” Black. But her pussy will never fit you like a glove again. Never."Mike flushed. "What's the point of this?" Mike, did you ever wonder why I pursued your wife so aggressively?" Well, I assumed..." You assumed I was attracted to your wife," David interrupted. "Well, that's true. Jen is a beautiful woman. The fact that I knew her from college added to it, too. But Mike — and you'll have to take my word on this — I have my choice of many beautiful women. So, why do you think I chose your wife?"Mike shook. It was the longest three minutes of her life. She texted: Done Sir.His text: Good girl. Having fun?She figured that was a rhetorical question. The train ride went on and on like that. #4 for 30 seconds. #2 for four minutes. Sometimes she’d lose service, and she’d get two messages in a row, and have to do them back to back. Part of her really liked that.Finally the next stop was Brighton. He texted: Put it on #1. Leave it there. See you in a minute.She wanted to call him a royal. Eyes clamped shut, body flopping about hot and heavy, a sound rose inside of her. It was a loud aboriginal screech, an incredible blowout of the lung's contents. The orgasm plowed throughout her body.She started to relax, realization struck that she wasn't finished. The dampness in her crotch was waiting for the stretching impact of his long, hard cock. He hadn't finished yet, his stiff cock rising before her greedy eyes.Legs held back above her shoulders, she waited for him to move between her.