I was in the middle of my first orgasm when I heard the boys arguing. While I didn’t know what they were saying I surmised that each felt the other ...as hogging the prize. I took Edwin’s dick out of my mouth and was about to speak up when Edwin started to shoot his load. The first stream hit me on my cheek and hair but Edwin quickly grabbed my head and shoved his pulsating dick back into my mouth shooting his remaining salty load down my throat. Licking Edwin’s dick clean, I turned my attention. Flickers and flashes of pink light became spurts of pink flame in her head and she realized in alarm that she was... wet. For Stephanie, it was a new feeling. Sexuality had always frightened her. To her, fornicating was something that would probably feel uncomfortable, and most likely hurt. She’d thought getting wet would feel gross, make her want to excuse herself to wipe clean. Now, in the moment, nothing could be further from the truth. Her sex was filled with liquid heat, and the sensual. It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that night (with my husband on his business trip) I masturbated to the fantasy of being taken by big tough Otis and his huge stiff meat-log. It took my breath away just to imagine that thing stiff and engorged with male lust. I came on my fingers twice as I imagined what Otis could do to me with his huge weapon.It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done since) but I went to the warehouse again the next day just so I could ogle Otis'. I don’t need to and I’m half hard, and you know I can’t piss with a hard on” I said.“Well, I’m not taking it in my mouth till it pisses. Here, on this bench. Where I point it”What could I do? I tried and pushed and managed to squeeze a few drops out, and then the stream started. Anna pointed the stream at her thighs and then up towards her tummy and tits. There wasn’t much piss, but it made her pretty wet.“Now, do yourself up and come inside and fuck me” she said.So there we went, Anna with.