There being no matinee the following day we didn’t need to rise early. The shower developed, inevitably, into a lot of kissing and, at one point, y...ur heroine (me) kneeling on the cubicle floor with my face pressed to Clarrie’s cunt. That seemed to work! Next thing I knew, she was almost dragging me out of the shower and, after a perfunctory rub with a towel, two damp bodies rolled into bed to finalise the event. My own orgasm was brought on by that tongue stud doing a tango over my clit. I was so wet that I was sure that my juices were running down my thighs. Then I heard someone walking towards the toilet, footsteps stopped at my door, and the I heard the person come in, and close the door behind them, I did'nt say anything but could sense whoever it was (Rob) getting closer to me.Then I felt a tongue on my clit, the tongue then went deep inside my cunt, it slipped in easy as I was so wet, then my clit was nibbled as a finger slipped deep inside, I could not help myself, I. He only came in my mouth the first time. He lasted a long time. I had his cum drooling from my mouth and dripping on my tits when he asked me to rim him. One too many Rolling Rocks coupled with the fact that I was super horny I never hesitated to spread his ass cheeks. Thankfully, he was clean.Clean but hairy with black hair on both sides on his cheeks. I probed with my tongue and wiggled it on his asshole quite a bit and I could feel his wrinkled anus under my tongue. His hair tickled my nose. “Futanari!” she gasped as she wrapped her arms and legs about my body, pulling me tight. “Yes, yes, Futanari! Breed me! Bless my womb with your holy seed!”Those words, coming from her sweet voice, galvanized me. I couldn't have stopped fucking her deflowered pussy if I wanted to. Not with her begging to be bred. I couldn't resist that. Just like women wanted me to impregnate them, I wanted to pump my futa-seed into them and quicken new life in their wombs.It was primal instincts we both felt.My.