"Good CHRIST," she said gasping. I grabbed her hips and started fucking slowly. "It's so tight back there it feels like i have three huge cocks in m...!" You doing okay?" i asked as i began fucking harder and faster. Her pussy rubbed the desk and i reached my hand around and began playing with her clit. she was getting wet all over."Rob will never fuck this hole, the bastard and if Sandy wants this pussy juice off her desk, she can lick it off. Do you want my pussy now?" What about that. Here inthe alley, the probability that someone, a bar patron, a passerby will seeus makes this all the hotter - so I have to play it slow, play it right toget my way. He licks and nibbles (why the fuck guys lick cock when it was meant tobe swallowed I don't fucking understand...) I tell him how good he is. Heis getting into it, and I start to take control more. My hands are guidinghis head and throat deeper and deeper. He really can't take it all the way,and I let out a few frustrated moans. And that means with free love too. And it's Sam who's been giving me that. And Bill's real hip about it. Even though him and Sam are the real lovers, and they share the same bed, like a real 'gay' couple. Bill knows I need a fuck. And Sam's a real good fucker. I'm pretty much fucked now. And I like how he fucks my arse too. That's really groovy. Though I hope he lets it recover before he fucks me there again.While waiting for Bill and Sam, I wrote a bit more poetry. I scrapped that grotty one. This tempted me to come sit beside him on the couch. I checked to make sure he was breathing as we host had more than our fair share to drink. I sat there beside him, neither of us saying a word. I looked him up and down and the thoughts started running through my mind. Am I going to do this? I asked myself several times. I debated for a few minutes, remembering we both struck out at the bar and had to have some pent up stress that may need releasing. I finally decided what the hell, you only.