Heart in her throat, she crept closer and gently pushed the door open the rest of the way. The sight that greeted her was one that she’d never forge.... Her fiancé, Jean-Claude, was viciously plunging his cock into a redheaded woman, who was holding her knees open so that he could have better access to her sloppy cunt. Chantal’s entire body went cold, then flushed with heat as she saw how his prick sawed in and out of the woman’s pussy and came away glistening with her wetness. She took a step. I’d seen plenty of limp cocks at the gym, and plenty of hard ones on the Internet, but this was the first one I’d ever seen, in person, a boner that wasn’t mine. I could actually reach out and touch it, but I knew that the rules of the Masturbatorium forbade that. I felt no revulsion, only curiosity, and it made me wonder for a second exactly how straight I was. The fellow noticed, and gave me a nervous smile. He might have been thinking the same thing.The penis, maybe an inch shorter than. “Why me?”“Because you are the only one who knows how. The others ... well, the others...”She stopped talking and rested her hands on my thighs.“The others don’t know how to do it?” I asked.“To say the least,” she said with a snort. “I hurt you, I know. You don’t owe me a thing. But it’s been so long.”“What, you can’t find a guy or a girl to get you off?”My tone might have been a bit bitter. After we broke up, she sent me some rather nasty emails. I deleted them and chalked them up to her being. She had perfect pink nipples, a curvy body, and a bald pussy. I started to massage her tits and kiss her neck. She moaned with pleasure and stroked my cock over my shorts. I thought I was going to cum right there. I licked, sucked, pinched, bit and massaged her tits while she jerked my cock. I slid a hand down to her pussy and slipped a finger in her soaking wet cunt. She quivered with pleasure and let out the sexiest soft moan in my ear. She instructed me to lay on the blanket next to.