It was the Sunday morning, I was laying in bed when the door opened and Connie brought in a cup of coffee.“Your wife and my old man have gone off to...the shops,” she said putting the coffee on the bedside cabinet. “I couldn’t face it. How are you?”“I’m fine, love,” I said pulling myself up and resting back against the bed-head. Connie grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it all the way back before I could grab it. Whether she thought I had pyjama bottoms on or pants I don’t know but I. I’ve never needed an orgasm so badly. As he walkedaway I saw the cock. Even shrank as it now was it washuge. “Nice size, eh?” the man said. I closed my eyesand relaxed, trying to get myself under control.Trying to make this astronomical need to cum lessen abit. Knowing this brute had finished with me and Ihad missed the chance to cum harder than I ever hadin my life was killing me. My cock had never been sohard. I think I could have used it to drill concrete.My poor aching. He obviously was oblivious to this because he couldn't see behind himself. If he eyes in the back of his head, he could see how his wonderful ass could plainly come in to view when wet, because he wore a jock strap instead of regular underwear.My only reservation about asking him was if the girls would like and enjoy him. Usually girls our age prefer guys that are the same age or older, so I had to think about a strategy to make this happen. When I asked Amy if I could bring a male friend. "Oh yeah, you like that tight ass? Does my tight little fuckhole turn you on? Keep fucking that hole, use it like your fucking cum dumpster, baby." I'm so turned on I don't even think about what I'm saying. I think at this point I'm talking dirty because it turns me on more than him. "Oh fuck, I want more, give me more of that nice thick cock! I bet you've never had a girl with a tight pussy like this, have you? You like stretching that tight little pink ass with your thick cock?"He grabs my.