Just at that Lizzie appeared by my side. “I can feel the sexual tension between the two of you.” she said wrapping her arm around my shoulder and ...hispering into my ear. “Your eyes haven’t left him all night.” I didn’t answer her, but gave a silly grin and that said it all. Wow! It was that obvious then. The oldies music continued to work it’s magic on the party goers and it seemed everyone was having a blast. Brian Adams and The Summer of 69, was screaming at us from the magnificent Dolby. I wanted to cry out, moan, beg her to let me fuck myself, for her pleasure and my own. "Now, just slide it in and out, slowly. Fuck your cunt, feel that hard cock inside you." I heard a glass clinking and wondered what she was drinking while she instructed me. "You like that, don't you, Sonia? Does it make you think of the big cock I let you fuck for me?" Oh, I was way ahead of her on that one, my brain recalling the giant toy, her staring, teasing. The pictures! I fucked myself deeper, harder,. He thought of women as nothing more than objects for thegratification of his desires. He even referred to them as "pairs of tits",rarely even bothering to learn their names. As a result, women rarelyspent any longer than they had to around him, and all his sexual encountershad been one night stands, usually by choice of the woman.But Van was running out of women to have sexual encounters with. Hisreputation was spreading and women were making it clear that they weren'tgoing to let him get. I had been in this relationship for under three months, and we had already been free spirits about sex and our turn-ons. I had confided my desire of being forced to have sex and with three men.'I'm kneeling on the floor and having a 'Doggy Fuck', with one of them, while the other two men are naked and stroking their cocks in readiness to penetrate me and ejaculate into me, it was this expectation and the number that really rocked my boat, needless to say, my orgasm was enough to satisfy my sex.