Their cocks were like red-hot pokers firing into my body, but spreading sweet pleasure rather than pain. The sweat dripped into my eyes and onto their...hips as they continued to pound away. A small part of my intellect remarked that this couldn’t be the first time they’d shared a woman like this. I wondered for a second how many women had been clutched in this embrace, how lucky was I to be one of them. Then all thought stopped as my first orgasm tore through me. It was actually unexpected but. I really was getting excited about going over to Taylors. I wondered what he would want to do, especially after that one day… And then there was his twin sister, Katie. I hadnt really noticed her much, and we were somewhat friends before but now she started to develop nicely and I couldnt stop thinking about (much less stop talking to) her when I was around her and so now we were pretty good friends. She was about 53, slim, but she must have been a B cup, if not a very large A. And then there. “What did you decide, Linda?” I asked softly, my hand caressing her breast, playing with her nipple.“I have never been as turned on as I was the other day, but you were absolutely right to make me wait. I don’t think I could be a real slave, but it is such a tempting fantasy. Can we just, I don’t, play with it? I would gladly be your little cum slut, but I have too much going on in my life with family and school to really be a slave.” she said softly, a hitch in her voice.“I see.” I said,. As much as I needed to go, as painful the pressure on my bladder already was, it was hard to relax enough to pee into the bowl. A soft hissing sound suddenly filled the air, and the warm, wet feeling that came with peeing arrived with a delay. I had, in a way, alway enjoyed the act of peeing, but now, with the added, embarrassing intensity, it felt deeply sexual. My skin tingled with shame, but my pee flowed and flowed, splashing noisily into the bowl. I wanted to die on the spot, but -- the.