On the 3rd evening we where there, i realized after dinner that i had left my glasses by the swimming pool , so i went to look, but could not see them...��so i asked at reception, and they told me to go into a store located on the other side of the swinmming-pool. It was 11pm, and i went to this place and opened the door : an unexpected sight was before me : 3 young blacks boys ( they were 18,19, and 22 years old ) were there all naked, in full erection, touching and masturbating together…really. He took me through a thunderous orgasm that lasted nearly a minute. My-gosh, I hadn’t realized just how sensitive I was down there!Jack showed me that I was in for a lot more when he knelt up between my legs, urging me up on all fours. Jack pressed my head down to the pillow, with my ass pointing up in the air, waiting to have my hot puffy pussy stuffed with his big throbbing cock.“Ohhh…” I gave a breathy moan feeling the lips of my pussy welcoming Jack’s bulbous cockhead, and then I gasped as. I did to them exactly what I liked having done to mine. It was the only thing I could imagine would feel good. While I was pushing my tongue into her nipple, I felt her hands hold my breasts and start rubbing them. I looked at her signalling my acceptance and she became more active, squeezing my nipples and then pulling on them. My nipples become hard quickly when they are pulled. It is very stimulating to me and my favourite nipple play. As they hardened, she rolled them between. And I bet Matt would love to see you in that!” We both blushed at the thought. Matt, our head coach, was a former collegiate swimmer who had won a couple of championships during his senior year. He never went beyond that in competition and had been coaching and teaching ever since. All the girls on the team had a crush on him - he was cute, blonde-haired, and most importantly a warm-hearted, kind, and caring coach. He was always supportive and was there to console us when we lost, celebrate.