About twenty minutes later he says I love the feel of you growing in my mouth never had a guy do that before. I go thank you so I cum and he goes its ...etting late for me I gotta get going hope to see you next time. I reply back me to. So I clean up and walk out of the booth so did the guy next to me and goes maybe be back Monday morning I go I should be able to make it. So he looks at his watch and goes well its only seven wonder if they have the rooms open and I show you a different part of. Eventually he too came and as he did he thrust himself deep inside her and pumped her full of his cum. It took him a minute or two to finish filling her up by which time cum was oozing out the side of his cock and running down her thighs. When he did pull out the cum almost exploded out of her vagina. She just lay over the kitchen bar exhausted while she whimpered with pleasure, shock, pain I am not sure which but I do know she had enjoyed it. Her vagina was stretched much wider the I had seen. Cliff had been plugging her for a only a short time by his standards, maybe a quarter of an hour, when he released a blast of hot sticky fluid into Ginger's cum hole. Like always he waited until every last drop had been squeezed out of his pecker before pulling out. It took him another twenty minutes to recover before leaving. With a sly grin, she said, "You know, Cliff, quickies are on sale tonight for a sawbuck. You can leave the tenner with Madame Molly. I trust her, but tips are still in. It was the best hobby I'd ever discovered and I made a point of practicing it every day, as many times a day as I could.But the 'empty' space nagged me. There should be twelve boys. An even dozen. Twelve two-somes, six three-somes, four four-somes, three groups, two gangs, and one orgy. Perfect. Eleven boys just kept reminding me that we were one dick short of a foot.I didn't blame the boys. It wasn't their fault that I wasn't satisfied with eleven hot, tight, horny assholes to keep me cum-fed..