Still dressed in mu uniform, I was stood in the centre of a gaudily decorated living room in a modest semi-detached house. Even though it was only 4.4... on a June evening the French blinds were pulled tight and the red chintz curtains closely drawn. Around me , sitting on a pink floral settee and chairs were four men, in their fifties and two women of a similar age. My boyfriend Dave was by the door setting up his video camera."You like a drink baby?" One of the women asked me, she was in her. An aural symphony of passionate moans, ringing chimes, crashing cymbals, and humming zithers rolled around me.Her ecstasy shook the very foundation of her palace. My entire body thrashed beneath her. I cried out over and over as my cock erupted into her liquid depths. Her awareness washed over me, drowning me in rapture.It consumed me in sensations I couldn't even describe. Her pussy maddened my mind with lusts. I gibbered and grunted as I kept erupting. I kept pumping her cunt with my cum as. I just laid there not saying anything, not sure if I should tell him I fucked his friend or what. He was mad, told me he didn’t want to talk about it and asked me to sleep on the couch. I took my blanket and slept on the couch still naked.Next morning, Rick ripped the blankets off and got on top of me and fucked me. He told me, who ever I was fucking, don’t tell him who it was. I tried to tell him it wasn’t anyone but he covered up my mouth and he told me have whoever it was to fuck me again. He was kinda’ cute, kinda’ handsome, with dark, serious eyes, a mouth that seemed frozen in a humorless line, and tousled brown hair. He wasn’t fantastically fit, nor was he terribly overweight, he was entirely average from all appearances, until she looked at his eyes. His eyes, and the way he carried himself, even just standing there in the steam, exuded quiet, implacable confidence, and something else, something dangerous, like he might snap at any given moment without warning. She shivered.