Our breathing became more and more ragged to the point that we had to stop every once in a while to catch our breath.Once again Becky pulled back, lea...ing me worried this time that we were done. To my surprise she reached up under her sweater and released her bra, taking it off completely without lifting her sweater up. She stuffed it in the cushions of the couch and we picked up right where we left off. The fingers of my right hand were entwined in her golden hair, my hand on the back of her. They were using me as a cum dumpster, nothing more. They must have been keeping themselves at the edge before entering me. Man after man sliding into my sopping hole, leaving a deposit and moving on. I lost count of how many. It was a long, slow tease. I did have a quick orgasm when one man lasted a little longer than the rest, but otherwise I was only teased by their swift actions. On it went, each man refreshing the wellspring feeding the now river of cum that traveled down both my legs. Then. With a final kiss on the tip, Linzi turned to face Stu, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa. By comparison, his cock was quite ‘normal’. Perhaps only 6 or 7 inches long!As before she kissed and licked the shaft and knob until it was wet enough for her to swallow. In one lingering manoeuvre, she pushed her head forward, making his cock disappear, in to her mouth. Because he was sitting, Linzi was bent double, her arse sticking out towards Barry.When he finished his beer, he knelt behind her. 'Open the door Mariel', he ordered me, but as my hand followed the natural curvature of my young buttocks, I could feel his cock protruding from their tightish smoothness, my hand massaging and gripping the well-shaped head, my lubricating coating it with a sweet sheen, as it slipped in and out of my parted and swollen labia.My fledgling clitoris was being crushed into the rock hard fleshy pole, as he moved, the exquisite silkiness of my womanhood, that daddy referred to, was tightly wrapped.