He seemed to love bringing me to an explosive orgasm as much as I enjoyed having them. Over time, I began to want to experience what he was feeling. H... truly loved cock and pleasuring me, but more than that, he loved the white, sticky cum that he expertly could coax out of me. His pleasure was seemingly found in my cum and making me cum. He loved sucking me for sure, he would take his time, if the situation permitted, kissing and licking every inch, every vein and curve of my young, rock hard. I loved standing behind her as she moved her body to the music. It was always fun to have her shake her ass and rub it against the front of my pants. I was having a great time and started to get a little stiff. I know all the guys around us, and even the guys on stage were checking her out. At one point the singer for Armored Saint pointed to her and mimicked raising a shirt. She shook her head but he kept it up and she relented. She pulled the tank top up and flashed him and everyone around. My arousal skyrocketed. I giggled at the thought when I realized that I was far high up the sky myself already. The buzzing increased and I finally caught on to what kind of object Elaine had inserted into my orifices. It felt wonderful, and I couldn’t help myself. My hips started to jerk in a rhythm only known to them. I bit my lip and tried to contain the moan that wanted to well up in my throat. Black pumps entered my line of vision, and I slowly looked up into Tamara’s smiling face. Her. One of the guys close to me says, "she could rack my balls any day." She grabs a stick and starts to chalk the tip and blows softly on the tip smiling the whole time. She then walks to the other end of the table and leans over with the cue to line up her shot, as she leans she spreads her legs and the skirt rises up and her ass is displayed for all. She moves her ass back and forth as she lines up the shot and the breaks the rack. The bar is silent all eyes are on her tight ass. She gets her.