The soft satin material acting as a lubrication to stop friction. In my moment, my thought I didn't even hear anyone coming up the stairs. With in a...moment and just as I was about to cum I herd her voice. "What the hell are you doing!" My aunt standing thier in shock looking at me with her panties wraped around my young cock repeats her self agian. "What the Hell!" Mad, upset and well shock could all be used to descibe what she thought. Yelling, " That is it, get the hell out, I. I'm swimming in the Pacific right now." He sucks on my clit again. "It's soaking wet out here." "PLEASE." He moves his mouth to my neck and probes his other head at my entrance, I guide my hips up, knowing it won't make a difference, he'll take his time, whether it be an hour or a minute from now, he'll wait to give me what I want, so that he can hear me beg. He slowly guides himself into me, and slowly begins to thrust. I won't lie to make it all the more sensual; he's not exceptionally. He said, "Look, pussy, I'll give you two choices, 'A' and 'B.' 'A', you swallow all our cocks and drain 'em, or 'B', you swallow the pool and drain it. Choose, fucko!" More guffaws from his gang."'A'..." was all I could manage to say. Then, holding my head with two hands, he pulled my mouth even closer to his still flaccid cock. It bunched up, limply, against my mouth. Resigned, I reached out and held the base of his dick, lifting it up in an effort to straighten it out somewhat. It was floppy. He kissed me and sat me in the booth. Immediately his hand was under my skirt cruising along my thigh towards my pantieless hairy twat. Like the slut I had become, I eagerly spread my knees apart in welcome. His fingers found my moist slit and his eyes widened. “No panties?” he questioned. “When you called I was only wearing this shirt.” I explained. “You are lucky I remembered to put on the skirt.” “My lucky day.” He joked. “I suppose you also forgot a bra?” I undid all of the buttons and.