My God, they might kill me. They might kill me!!!‘The ass, whore, do the ass too!!!!’ He shouts at me impatiently but I just can’t force myself ...o do it. And this is something he overcomes simply by shifting his weight and forcing his butt-crack on my tongue. His friend grabs my hair from behind and pushes my head in. There are tears as large as the sky coming out of my eyes as I tongue the man’s asshole. My God…And still I feel my legs being spread again. And then the sharpest, most brutal. She was rather shy and definitely not the type to have a stripper at her party. Unfortunately, she would have to deal with it, because Candy Cane was on her way. The mere thought of her made me wet and it took everything I had to keep from fantasizing about her then and there. But I managed to keep my arousal contained and tried to get excited about the party. It was my first bachelorette party and I had no idea what to expect. In the movies, bachelorette parties are portrayed as big, wild. I used my tongue as much as I could. It completely filled my mouth. I was still slowly stroking his meat. His precum was leaking down his shaft. I could smell it. It had a good clean smell. I suddenly realized that here I am, stroking cock and sucking balls. And, starting to like it? OMG. Then all of the sudden Matt said “look at what you have done”. “My meat is all wet with my juices, I want you to work from my balls up to the tip and lick it all up”. “And don’t miss a drop”. I let. They had made another trip to the boat during the afternoon to take all their personal instruments and put them on the various bunks they were claiming as their own. I kept thinking that the crew quarters wouldn't hold all the new kids when they were big enough to sleep down there. Lisa and I went through our instrument closet to get multiple guitars, and basses in my case, to take with us. We had gone to the boat with the kids and even played with the keyboards in the saloon/lounge for a.