I created some suction and started swirling my tongue around the prick head. The spongy head was velvet soft and held a comforting warmth. It felt so ...uch better than a dildo. The taste was pleasant and I found myself wanting more. The smell was different than pussy but good. Just when I started getting into sucking it, the cock was pushed deeper into my mouth. I must have had three or four inches in my face when the fucking motion started. I heard Lori say, "Oh John, suck that cock. I know you. "Jen, did you have an orgasm with that bloke you said you fucked?" Who, Mr Grunt? No, Julie, every time I felt the sensation building up nicely, he would give another grunt, and I'd be so busy trying not to laugh out loud that I'd be starting from scratch again. So no, I didn't come until after he had gone back to his own room, and that wasn't really satisfying." So you haven't had a decent come since that weekend you spent with the twins?" No, I haven't! And that's been two whole months!" God,. We both went to college in Maine. In the dorm room of one of my buddies. We were having what was supposed to be a dress-up cocktail party. It had turned in to just drinking. Katie was there with several girlfriends. Because I had drank about 7 shots of tequila and felt very confident, I approached her and made some comment about how she looked like she'd just walked out of the Disney Channel studios. Her girlfriends were completely offended by me, but Katie kept listening.I had guessed by. Our inhibitions having been washed away, our poker game soon moved from chips, to money, to clothing. After several hands, we were pretty much all down to our underwear. I was the last to lose my top, and made a bit of a show of it, as the boys were catcalling and whistling. I reached behind, unclasped my bra, and let my full breasts bounce into view. I was rubbing my bra lines away, when my sister called me a show-off and leaned over to pinch my nipple. The boys loved this, which provoked.