Once that was accomplished I dried him thoroughly. “Ready?” I asked.“Guess so.” He replied. Getting down on the floor I took began to kiss...and lick his balls and cock. When he started to respond I took him in my mouth and made love to him. Having just cum, it took some time to pull his trigger again. When I felt him began to spasm I took him as deeply in my mouth as possible and at the same time milked his balls with my hand. He thrashed a bit and bucked into my mouth, I swallowed. I yank at them, jerking my feet up and flinging my arms down, praying that one of the nails will break loose. I grimace at the effort, baring my teeth and hissing as the movement causes my dry lips to split. I lick at the blood and find temporary relief as it wets my throat, only to have my thirst return with a vengeance when what little saliva I have managed to produce also evaporates. My breathing becomes more ragged, more laboured as I start to hyperventilate, struggling to get a full. You take off in your 67 Chevy truck and I scoot over the bench seat and sit beside you, glad that old trucks have the one seat so I can be close to you. We just want to be together and talk freely without prying ears or eyes. Your hand takes mine and places it on your leg. You move it farther up your leg until I am cupping you on the outside of your pants. I can feel your cock rising. I laugh and squeeze and you swerve a little on the road. To preserve us both I let go, albeit reluctantly, and. I felt he was the biggest cock and I thought that was the reason to be the last one to fuck me. He fucked me really hard, after some minutes he pulled me of the table and pushed me to the floor, doggie style and shoved again his cock in me, pushing my face down to the floor, I could smell the carpet as soon I felt the huge third man was adding a full load of warm seed into my convulsing body. I stayed there in silence, laying on the carpet floor worn out, feeling the cum running out of my.