"TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE WEARING." "A BLACK METALICA T-SHIRT, CUT-OFF JEANS AND BLACK KEDS," she replied, describing my outfit. What can I say? I was...born with great fashion sense. "AND UNDERNEATH?" "BLACK LACE BRA AND THONG," Sarah typed. "How'd you know that?" I asked in a stage whisper, as if Mike could somehow hear. "SEXY. TELL ME MORE." "SHOULDER LENGTH BRUNETTE HAIR. HAZEL EYES. 5'4", 120 POUNDS, 36-24-36 WITH A C-CUP." Sarah had it exactly right, and my cheeks. Immediately I lower my head to her chest and start kissing and sucking above her breasts, while both hands grab a handful. While making my way around her boobs and in between I hear a slight sigh escape her lips. I put my left hand behind her back to her bra strap and look up at her to see her reaction. With eyes closed she nods.My fingers work quickly and her bra loosens up. When it does her hands start to raise up to pull the straps down her arm. I know she'll have her job to do later, but. They finally finish.You’ve just been fucked and cummed on by 400 men, many of them twice or more.You’re literally swimming in spermatozoa.The incredible stench and flavor fills your senses.You can feel the WEIGHT of the gallons of slimy, slippery sticky testicular gel covering you, the Ottoman and filling the concave floor of the platform.That’s why its called the Pit.You slide off the ottoman into the pool of penis sauce and actually swim in it.You open your mouth and draw it in then squirt it. “I saw that you had a few different names, but didn’t want to call you the wrong one and piss you off.”“So you’ve been polite all this time out of self-preservation?” The corner of her lips curled up into a smile.“You are queen of the fae, after all.”“Indeed I am.” They were walking on the beach where the water drifted onto the shore. The water was cool and rolled just over Mike’s ankles as the two of them continued along the beach.“Since we’re being so informal, you can call me Mike,” he told.