His full mouth drops open, revealing a gap in his front teeth. His tanned arms extend either side of my torso. He shifts his gaze to the liquid weight...of my large breasts. Flattened beneath him, my rounded flesh sways with our movements. I cup his ass cheeks, willing him to push more cock inside me. I want him to break. He dips his head and traps a nipple, bites, sucks and lets it pop free. My breath comes out in a whimper. My bruised, wet skin is puckered, ruby red. The rest of my breast feels. And really, ‘fight’ wasn’t an accurate description, it had been an execution. Rebecca had confronted her over the disturbing implication that she had hooked up with Brad, twice, in the span of the prior day and a half. She had tearfully confessed, but she’d made it even worse by revealing that Matt had been involved as well and that she’d actually gone beyond her standard oral hookup and allowed Brad to have sex with her. The revelation had rocked both girls to their cores and it was unclear as. She was already wet with arousal. My fingers found her soft, slick clitoris, and began stroking slowly back and forth. “Oh, yes.” She whispered, as her hips began to move in rhythm with my hand. I played with her clit for several moments, as her hips rocked. I stopped before she could orgasm. “Oh, no you don’t. You don’t get to come yet.” I said. She grunted in frustration.I led her over to the couch and bent her over. Flipping her skirt up, I pulled down her lacy black thong. My hand began to. For the first time, I was alone in a private home, free to explore and be debauched. The whiskey had made me so excited and these two older gays knew they had me. Quickly their clothes came off, and they disrobed me, and I found myself lounged back naked on a sofa as two older guys with stiffening cocks stroked and groped me. Jeff’s cock was around my size (average, quick thick), but Mark’s was really big – certainly the biggest I’d seen at that time.Jeff and I were still kissing – his tongue.