.!” I hissed. Jodie pushed my hips back and pulled my ass forward again, she repeated this, I was fucking her mouth, all the time more and more of m... cock was going into her until all of it was disappearing, I could feel her throat against the head of my cock each time she pulled me in; she took a breath through her nose each time she pushed me back. I reached forward, taking my weight on my hand and started to rub her clit, Jodie groaned hard and arched in pleasure, her groan vibrating on my. Maybe he was a Beta male. Jesus, he'd have to be gay, I was thinking, not to respond to the come-on he was getting from my beloved Brenda!Well, he was responding -- sorta. I mean, I could see he had a first-class boner growing in those slacks. Brenda could see it, too, and she wasted no time clamping her right hand over it and giving it a friendly squeeze. She might as well have had "Fuck Me" embroidered on a ten-gallon hat, the signals she was transmitted to this dunce.But it wasn't that he. I naturally moaned again. Christine found a nice rhythm and I moaned even more. It's then that Connie lifted just enough off of me to have me look down, between Connie’s open thighs, past her pussy, her buttocks and to the view of Christine thrusting into my ass. “Doesn’t she feel wonderful?” asked Connie, not really needing a response. “ I got to feel her earlier, in the ladies room…. Yes, Honey…. She fucked me first and that was her cum you just tasted.”Connie slid off of me and that's when I. Would I get a fantastic blowjob? Would she call one of her sexy friends over and turn this into a 3-way? No! None of this happened! Why? Because this is a story about sex with me. Only bad things happen when I have sex! Read on to understand the following series of bad happenings.As she climaxed she revealed something to me that she had forgotten to mention in our previous conversations: SHE SQUIRTS! I am not talking about a little squirt here, I am talking about a fire house. This is.