I introduced our guests. The men shook hands and my husband bent forward to touch cheeks with Kathy. There had been no discussion about whether she an... I would simply munch each other or whether the men would join in. I had no preferences. So long as no money changed hands, I was perfectly willing to let Patrick fuck me.Kathy had apparently never been a stripper or a pole dancer. Her job was not to excite men. Those to whom she exposed her charms had to bring their own erections. She disrobed. She guided me towards her opening. I just looked down at her face for a moment. What had I gotten myself into? I didn't have much time to analyze matters. I pushed my mushroom head past her folds. I kept sinking deeper and deeper inside Dee's pussy. Soon I was in all the way. Dee lifted her legs up and then around my waist.I began to fuck her like she was a teenager in heat. There was no wasted motion. I drove in deep to the hilt and held my cock there. Dee was panting and then telling me how. Would you like to suck it?'Yes please Mistress, if you want me too'. 'I do sissy.' And she grabbed me by the back of the head, forcing me down on her cock, making me gag. 'look at me slut' I looked up, her face a mask of vicious glee, as she forced me to gag on her cock. She jammed it down my throat, causing me to gag, spit and tears all over my face. 'You like that don't you sissy. You love a good facefucking!' She grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me up, causing me to squeal. She grabbed my. But of course, the most vivid images that night were of Libby, of her beautiful face and her soft, rounded, feminine body. Of the softness of her pale flesh under my fingertips, of the smell of her strawberry blonde hair on my face, of her full lips, her hot, active tongue and soft, cool inner thighs.And of the way her vagina gripped my erect cock so tightly as I desperately pumped the contents of my body and soul into hers.*It’s now nearly three years since that remarkable summer. Libby and I.