“Boys and girls make fun” Part-8 Continues…..
It was at that moment that I saw Mike suddenly walking over finally joining us as he surprised everyone, likewise leaning over to suckle on FC’s neglected breast as Kay continued working and milking the other much to her obvious delight. Mike’s cock I now noticed was noticeably erect. The tip of his prick glistened with cum-dew from his standing there stroking it while watching all this.
It was indeed long, longer than my own, though not quite as thick or as big around. But the length in and of itself was impressive with a slight upwards curvature to it that made me think of cartoon drawings where pricks appeared to be oddly disproportionate to their owners. Such was the way Mike’s appeared as FC reached down and began fondling it as he stood there sucking her tit.
“Now I need some man cream!” Cujo announced hotly as she swam across the bed towards Bob, once again taking his cock into her mouth as she began sucking it, or rather attempting to, more so licking at, nipping at that mushroom sized head of his.
“Here, let me help you with that,” June laughed teasingly, finally releasing my own cock for a moment as she latched onto Bob’s. Now holding it in her hand, stroking it up and down, pumping it as Cujo sat on the side of the bed. It was obvious by the pleased look on Bob’s face while the two of them went to work on his prick, that he wasn’t too far off from delivering what they were after.
“You’re about to get a mouthful of cum,” he warned her, looking down at himself as Cujo and June continued pumping and mouthing his prick.
“Good, that’s exactly what I want she said, so any time you’re ready!” She added smiling, looking up at him, her mouth now opened even wider as June pressed Bob’s prick against her lips, stroking it.
“Well in that case,” he grimaced suddenly stiffening, his cock throbbing fiercely for a moment, before he bellowed out his pleasured release. “Here…it…comes!”
June now sat slow-stroking his cock, milking it almost the way FC had milked her own tits. Even Kay pulled away in order to watch Bob shooting off into Cujo’s mouth, long streamers of his spunk erupting from his dick as she sat there gathering it in, though without swallowing. Even before he had finished, as May squeezed out the last remnants of what he had to give her, his semen was already dripping from the corners of Cujo’s lips.
“Bring it here sweetie,” FC stated. “You know where I want it.”
Now forcing Mike away from her tit, FC’s crawled up into the middle of the bed as Cujo spun around into what appeared to be a “69” position with her. As she did, she began to allow Bob’s spending to drip from her mouth, hanging suspended for a moment in another long drippy cum-drool which began to soak FC’s pussy, now splashing against her lips.
“That’s fucking wicked looking,” Kay said as she sat there off to one side watching it. “And I’ll be the first one to admit it!” She added. She now sat inserting her own fingers into herself, quite uninhibitedly finger-fucking herself as Cujo now began licking and sucking on FC’s sperm filled pussy, making a rather nasty sounding effort as she did so.
Once again feeling neglected, Mike sauntered over to stand next to Kay, his prick only inches away from her as she glanced over realizing that.
“Ah, sorry…not my thing,” she said, smiling at him, seeing his look of surprise upon hearing that.
“I will, provided you don’t mind me using a condom,” June told him.
“Fine with me,” he grinned lustfully. “I’d just like to have my dick sucked.”
“Hmmm,” Kay said suddenly looking over towards May as she fished out an available condom where she’d placed some in the nightstand.
“What?”
“Oh, I was just thinking that it might be interesting to see what it’s like if I could use one of those,” Kay said once again, surprising everyone with her statement.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” FC suddenly announced looking over towards her. “You? Of all people?” She burst out laughing, “Actually putting a man’s cock in your mouth?”
“Hey, didn’t say I was switching teams or anything, just thought it might be interesting to see what all the fuss is about,” she stammered. “Never said I wasn’t open-minded, well…a little anyway,” she said blushing now.
“How about I put it on him for you?” June said as she tore open one of the packages, preparing to place the condom inside her mouth. “Not sure I’ll be able to get it entirely on him that way as big as he is, but I’ll give it my best try,” she grinned and then proceeded to do so. To my surprise, she managed to roll most of it down the length of his hard cock with her mouth, only smoothing out the bottom of it with her hand, unable to manage it fully. “There you go,” June said, sitting back again. “Have at it!”
Tentatively, Kay leaned forward, just barely gathering the tip of Mike’s condom covered cock inside her mouth, sucking it a little. He moaned appreciatively, perhaps more so as he now knew this was a first for her. “OK, it is interesting,” she said, “and not so bad with this on I suppose.” She then gathered a bit more of Mike’s prick within her mouth, now sucking it as she allowed her instincts to take over, and as she did, June now reached down and began finger-fucking Kay’s cunt while she did that.
Bob and I were once again the only audience, he however standing somewhat flaccid again having only a short time ago shot his wad. I on the other hand continued to stand there with a full on erection. I didn’t mind though, and I certainly had nothing to complain about. Just watching everyone else for the moment anyway, was quite exciting and pleasurable all by itself. Especially when FC began to climax, her ear-piercing scream even louder than Cujo’s had been earlier, once again worrying me about the soundproofing of the room.
When the knock came on the door only minutes later, I was almost certain someone had actually complained, and that management had sent someone to talk to us about that.
“See who it is,” June told me as she continued to sit there instructing Kay in the nature of giving a blow-job., all the while still fingering the woman’s cunt.
Once again I walked over towards the door, peeking through the tiny eye-port first. About all I saw was a massive white chest. Standing behind the door as I opened it, still prepared to smile and apologize for any noise we had made, I was taken aback by a six and a half foot giant standing on the other side, bald headed dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a crisp white tight tee shirt that barely fit over his chest.
“You must be…”