Greg was making his bed. After a shower, some chit-chat about the next day and the arrival of the fourth guy, we turned in for the night. Lights out!I...remember lying there in the dark thinking about the evenings earlier encounter and listening to the rythm of the men's breath, waiting for the deep slow pattern that would tell me they were asleep. I was slowly fondling my balls making them swell, thinking about Greg's dick going into my tight ass. Sometime after midnight I slowly slid off my. I watch her cheeks jiggle each time I pound her. She's screaming right now, a syncopated "Ah" with every thrust. I surprise her by going super fast, jack hammer style. She sings a lovely high D note, holds it for several measures. Here cums the chorus full of cum and jizz, but I pause and pull out. I lay her on her back again and spread her legs. Plunging in head first, like there's any other way, I continue the rhythmic smacks until I feel the peak again. The sensation rises. "Fuck I'm. I met him again another time in the woods where he was just openly jacking his joint with his pants down. I hurried over to him to make sure there wasn't any accidental explosion or anything and just inhaled his cock, amazing even myself how I could get this massive cock into my mouth, but I guess he wasn't completely hard, and he fucked my face and grabbed my head and just fucking unloaded gushes of warm cum directly down my throat. This big guy had these little sissy red underpants on that. The next morning, I climbed out of a still very wet bed, dressed, and went to do chores. Becky and Aunt Maggie were sound asleep when I crept out the door. If mom thought I smelled like pussy after Pam, just wait till she got a whiff of me this morning.Becky and Aunt Maggie were in the kitchen with mom when I brought in the milk pail. Becky had obviously showered and looked very innocent. All three of them sniffed the air and scrunched up their faces as I set the milk pail on the counter. “Tom”.