"Shit," I thought, "He's going to come already."And he did. The first spurt hit my throat with force and then another. I could hardly swallow before a...further burst of cream flooded my mouth. I was sure I'd choke, and was about to panic, but the cock was pulled slightly away from my mouth allowing me to catch my breath. As this happened sperm spilled over my lips and trickled down my chin. I could feel droplets hitting my tits and my nipples tightened.I regained my composure, my mouth still. This man… oh, this man who once filled my dreams and now my days and nights with his time spent in R & R from his unit… it was his opinion I craved, and now he wanted mine. Somehow I found it difficult to meet his eyes. It was far easier to look again at the redhead in the mirror, letting the silk fall to the floor in a sapphire puddle that echoed the water outside the palm-shaded balcony. He appeared, muscular and towering behind me in the mirror, his hands at his sides, the warmth radiating. My inbox started filling up immediately. One couple wanted to know if I could meet them at midnight in Boston for a swinger party! “I’d love to,” I posted, “but can’t. Keep me in mind for the next party.” I wasn’t kidding. The more profiles I checked out, the more I thought swinging might be my thing. I couldn’t believe how many responses I had gotten in such a short time. I stroked my pussy with one hand while scrolling with another. I still had twenty more messages to read when I got to one. Sophie adjusted the position of her tongue, letting it linger against the underside of my cock. Sarah snapped more pictures. Sophie withdrew her tongue, her lips suddenly pressing against the tip of my cock. Sarah snapped again. Unseen by the others, Sophie tickled the little hole in the tip of my organ with the tip of her tongue. More pre-cum oozed out.Then Professor Milford spoke, sounding surprisingly stern. “Tell me Martin, would you like to have that cock of yours inside Sophie’s mouth?”It.