Jessie calmed down after a minute, and we took another moment to adjust to the extreme conditions. Soon, Jessie, albeit weakly, began to stroke off Ry...n and Evan, just as Jack, Howard and I slowly but surely found a rhythm and started to pump our three cocks in and out Jessie's two holes like a well-oiled machine. Meanwhile, Kyle and Moe were essentially taking turns fucking Jessie's mouth, occasionally stuffing both pricks past those lovely lips.Jessie squirmed and moaned as much as she could. My asshole was stretched beyond the max. Tim put his hand on my shoulders and forced me down on all twelve solid inches. I was surprised to still be breathing. I felt so stretched and full I thought I was going to die. So much pressure remained on the little skin that separated my asshole and slit. I had clearly gotten more than I bargained for. Then they both moved together."You feel like a lil girl." Randy said."Awww you're so tight."Tim moaned."It's to much for me to take." I said in a low. But despite these mournful thoughts, my stupid boner wouldn't go away. And as I sat up in bed and swung my legs over the edge, I felt the urge to pee.Staring at the erect column still poking upward at about a 45-degree angle in my boxers, I sighed and groaned. Fuck.But then inspiration struck. Arching an eyebrow, I turned to look at the bedside table. The top drawer had long held various sex toys and bottles of lube. But in the drawer beneath ... Was it still there? I leaned over, reaching down. Don't get me wrong, I was not musically illiterate, but my only previous experience had been rhythmlessly playing bass in a band at my small, midwestern liberal arts college. But then again, the only reason that they let me in the band was that my cousin was the best weed connection in Minnesota, and the only thing more important to a college band than talent is a constant supply of high quality pot. Artistically, we were a dismal failure, but we had a chance to see all the local bands, and.