The spell broke."Look, buddy, you aren't gonna get any tonight, okay. I'm not even on the pill. This was nice, though. What's with the stutter? You're...a nice looking guy, I always thought only geeks stuttered." He looked away from her, losing the smile. "S-s-s-since I was a kid. I must be a little psycho. M-my Mom says its 'cause I fell on my head when I was a kid. M-maybe that's it, I dunno. I wish I could run naked, but my cock flops and my balls hurt if I do. Boy I'd l-l-love to f-fuck. I felt as if I was about to experience a feeling unlike any other I had. I spread my legs even farther and rolled my hips in an effort to get more of my cunt on her tongue.I had moved one of my hands to the back of her head clenching a fistful of her hair, trying to hold her to my body, and grinding my cunt on her probing tongue. I exhaled in a rush, swivelling my hips trying to feed her my hungry cunt. My eyes looking directly into hers, begging even as I whispered, "But I'm not gay." But I. It seemed like a commercial affair, a little different to the clubs we’d experienced over the years. We decided she would call. The woman who answered was helpful and emailed more information. Both of us perused it with interest and after discussion decided to attend a mixed couple’s and single’s night the following Saturday evening. As we drove we confirmed our usual body and verbal signs to indicate to each other our acceptance or rejection of any situation on offer. We arrived at the venue. Almost. I came wide awake in a heartbeat when Camille's hands started rubbing lotion on my stiff dick. I raised up and looked at her and she was grinning at me."Got to protect him too sweetie."What Camille didn't realize was that my cock had been stiff and throbbing since she had arrived and it desperately needed release. She gave it two or three strokes with her lotion-covered hands and it erupted and blew cum all over her hands."Oops" she said, "I didn't really mean to do that."She was wiping.