I tried to hold off as long as possible, but the thought slipping around in my wife's used pussy was too much. I added my light load to the scene of t...e crime and fell into a deep sleep.The next morning (which seemed to come to soon), I awoke with a crusty residue coating my face. Rick and Anne's combined juices had dried like a tight mask. I showered and left for work, leaving Anne asleep. Her face seemed contented.Chapter 3Predictably, Rick called mid-morning to schedule a lunch. I was. One night, mom and dad had gone out to a movie. They often did on saturday nights, but usually when Chantelle and I were home alone, we didn't do anything a normal brother or sister wouldn't do. We watched TV, chilled, ate, maybe played a game, and then settled down in bed or dialed a friend's number. Never had I once laid a finger on her. Tonight was no different, until I turned off my light and crashed into bed. I couldn't get the image of Chantelle out of my head, when, a few minutes. He lifted my ass up and I felt him fingering my pussy again. After he played with my wet hole pushing a few fingers in me while telling what a great looking pussy I had, I felt him pushing his bare cock into my wet vulva. “Oh Yes, that’s feel so good Malik! Your big black cock has me so horny. Take me! Fuck me! Oh yes, I love it!” I loudly cried, as he pushed all the way in me and began to pump me.When I do these multiple men orgies, the first guy seems to be the one that gets my motor running. Before I could get back to my assignment, I had to get my tools and materials out of the storage locker. After about two hours of work, I finished the job, and put my tools back in the toolbox. I went over to the desk in the corner of the room to record the maintenance in the shop maintenance log. I guess I reached over and flicked on the power to the stereo, and before I knew it, I was kicked back in Junkyard’s chair, rocking to the sounds of the Silver Bullet Band. When the watertight door.