One guy would leave my throat or my ass, and another would replace it.I came from anal for the first time in that swing, the constant cock being too m...ch for my senses. With an earth-shattering moan, I started bucking, and blasted cum all over myself; no one touched my cock at all the whole time, although the frequency of my pounding reached a fever pitch while I was getting fucked, and a moment later, I felt my ass fill up with warm jizz (I'm on PrEP, don't worry).As if taking myself cumming. I felt that I would come just from feeling the contrast of his strong, manly arms around me while his stockings were rubbing on my legs. I'm not sure which of us was more turned on or came harder. I would bet it might have been me. The week after that weekend was filled with the most intense and satisfying sex of my life. We spent time talking about how sexy I think he is, and about what turns us both on. We discovered that he also likes to be spanked, and that I like him in stockings and satin. .. that we need to keep their supply chains active." So ... what...", I replied, thinking aloud, "a bloody great artic turns up every few hours and unloads onto a bomb site. Unloads ... oh, you know, crates of 5 000 cans of beans, 2000 nappies, that sort of thing. That's a recipe for either chaos or – more likely – a riot. And possibly starvation, given the stranglehold the buggers have at the moment." Well, yes, that could be one outcome. Or, of course, you could get a little more organised –. I pushed her back, I was on top of her, my tongue entwined in hers. I moved down her body, my lips kissing, brushing. Across her stomach now, then still lower. The soft insides of her thighs, the light musky perfume of her cunt. My mouth was dry, I moved up, then flicked my tongue on the hood of her clit. She shivered, her legs moved in, parting a little more, as her clit, erect peeked out of its protective sheath. The tip of my tongue greeted it. Her pussy was smooth, but for a strip of pubic.