`` I belong to the male child now ... and to the son I shall remain. ``

These words changed my life as I typed them into the grouping chat that my married man 's champion created. My married man was not invited to the group chat. Just me, his slutty wife, who just the night before fucked one of his best ally behind his back.

But let 's back up for a secondly. My name is Stephanie. I 'm 27 years old, 5 foot 1 inch tall, about 115 pounds with dark brown hairsbreadth, luminosity pelt and brown centre. I was born and raised in Canada but my background knowledge is Lebanese. I have belittled, but buoyant boob, soft creamy legs and my butt is the feature I 'm most majestic of. My husband and I have been married for a year. Prior to this experience, he was the sole man I had ever been with. Growing up in an ultra-conservative family line meant that I could n't have boyfriends or stay put out late.

This all started when my married man said he wanted me to get to recognise his friend better. They are a radical of 6 guys ( including my married man ) who are awfully close they have known each other for old age. My hubby is the only one who is married amongst his friends. He insisted that I dress sexy for our assembly, as he wanted to show me off to his friends. I was happy to do this as I love my body and wear skirt and dresses regularly. I also did n't take care being the only girl present, as I have a lot of male acquaintance and grew up with two pal. We would all pay heed out every weekend and I got to know his booster really well.

About 6 months ago when we were going to hang out at his friend 's home, my husband asked me to dress 'extra extra'. I wore an ultra-short bloodless mini skirt that hugged my consistence tightly and clearly showed my neon garden pink thong through the dilute textile ( turnout 1 ). I paired this with a pink, backless top that showed my nipple pointing through. To be honest, I had tons of trouble functioning in this outfit. My skirt kept on riding up and I constantly found myself pulling it down. When I sat, my skirt would taunt up even more, exposing my bright garden pink thong to anyone who sat across from me, despite my substantially efforts to hide it by crossing my leg or gluing them together. It was no use. I just sat there and let the guy wire enjoy the view.

I was sitting on the couch between two of my husband 's friends, Rodney and Ken. Rodney is a well-built, muscular black guy and Ken is a tall, precious Elwyn Brooks White man. Rodney and Ken playfully caressed my naked leg and bare back throughout the nighttime and my hubby did n't seem to listen this at all. I let them go forward to fondle me, as I enjoyed their soft touch on my body.

Shortly after that, my married man said that he was going out with the other 3 guys, and that Rodney and Ken would `` take care of me ''. My married man had left his nearly naked wife in the troupe of two of his friends. When he left, Rodney and Ken started to move their fingers further up my leg to the hem of my tiny little doll. And, without very much contemplation, I found myself getting fucked by my husband 's friends, my beautiful little pussy getting clobbered by their hanker, chummy cocks. I had never felt a rushing like this in my life. It was absolutely exhilarating and the amount of money of pleasure that I received truly put my husband 's performance in the bedroom to shame.

One mystery remained when the night was over, however. Did my husband plan all of this ? If he did, then what was his motivation ? I had my distrust, as he was always keen on showing me off to his friends and specifically asked me to put on this whorish kit on this detail night. Not only that, he was completely not phased by his friends touching my au naturel legs and my bare back.

My husband solved this mystery for me the next day. He revealed to me that he was in on this from the showtime and meant for me to get fucked by Rodney and Ken based on a treaty that the boys made in the yesteryear. My married man and his friends were always a state of nature bunch, partying every weekend and hooking up with new young woman regularly. They thought that marriage would be the undoing of their exciting lifestyle and made a pact amongst the 6 of them to not get married. The number 1 someone to break this treaty would have to let one of the boys fuck their wife. There were no two path about it and they took the treaty very seriously. As my hubby was the low gear, and only one of his friends to get married, the sweepstakes to have sex my innocent pussy were up for snap. Ken was the golden victor, but Rodney insisted that he wanted in as well. Rodney had done some favour for my husband in the past tense, making my hubby experience obliged to him and so they agreed that Ken and Rodney would do me together if I was willing. My married man made it elucidate that this was a onetime deal and would not be repeated. Everything would go back to normal.

But we had drifted far from normal at this full point. I could not go back to rule. What I had experienced was the best sex of my life. I felt liberated, free, vulnerable, yet in ascendancy, and incredibly confident. It was too good to stop. I could n't finish. I would n't stop.

And so the keep up weekend when it was time for us to pay heed out again, I put on another slutty outfit - a A-one tight, slitted royal blue mini skirt and a white bralette ( Outfit 2 ). I paired these with a Andrew Dickson White thong and peach-colored heels. I purposely wore a skirt that would devolve on up and show off my diminutive thong when I sat or bent. When we got to his friend 's sign of the zodiac, I was much more convinced and incredibly turned on by the fact that my skirt kept riding up to expose my posterior cheeks when I bent and that anyone across from me had a perfect persuasion of my blank underwear that stood out under my blue angel chick. I sat with Rodney the full night, letting him affect and caress my white, creamy peg and my soft, desolate back. My husband was n't too affectionate of this, but I let it continue.

Some time after that, Rodney sent me a discreet textbook on my earphone asking me to cope with him at his car. It was time. Rodney left by saying he was grabbing a smoke, while I excused myself to the bathroom. I met Rodney in his car. I sucked his monstrous tool, gagging and choking, but my unattackable Lebanese pridefulness made me wedge to the chore at mitt. Within an inst, I found myself taking my thong off and hopping on Rodney, as his chocolate cock went between my vanilla legs and into my strawberry pussy. Rodney fucked me viciously and I hung on for dear spirit, as he thrusted and propelled his monster deeper and deeper into me. When it came time for him to finish, he asked me where I would care him to cum. I gave particular instructions to him to cum deep into my snatch. I did not care about the import or the risk that this would imply. In the bit, I was only interested about one matter. I wanted all of him. Nothing held back. All or nothing. And so, Rodney shot his cum inside my swamp pussy like bullets. When he was done, I walked back to the house on my own with Rodney 's sizzling Caucasian cum oozing out of my slit and down my thighs.

And that brings us to our history now. The side by side morning when I woke up, I saw a Whatsapp notice. I had been added to a separate grouping chat with all my husband 's protagonist ... my husband was not in the radical chat. It was just me and them.

One of his ally sent a message saying, `` Hey Nina. We heard that Rodney gave it to you trade good end nighttime. Leslie Townes Hope you had fun. Your husband does n't need to know about this group chat. He wo n't be intimate anything. But the rest of us want our turn with you too. What do you say ? P.S. You left your panties in Rodney 's car. ``

My mind could not contain my hullabaloo. Who would have thought that a unspoiled daughter like me would become such a slovenly woman with my cautious upbringing. First, it was Ken and Rodney. And last night I had my brains fucked out by Rodney again without my husband 's knowledge. He was totally clueless and oblivious to the fact that his sweet, sinless and thoroughgoing married woman got fucked by his admirer. But again, who the fuck cares ? This is who I am now. I need to do this. I ca n't go back to just fucking my hubby. I need more. Much more. And his friends will pay it to me. I did n't sense shamefaced about this either. My husband knew what he was doing when he let two of his supporter fuck me. There were bound to be consequences. His expected value of this being a one metre thing and for everything to go back to rule was unrealistic, and quite frankly, selfish. I was exposed to a world I never knew exist and I wanted to spread my flank and explore it to the fullest.

I sent a message back in the grouping chat with the words : `` Tell Rodney he can proceed my pantie as a remembering. I belong to the boys now. And to the male child I shall remain. ``

I knew that nada would be the same now that I had sent this subject matter. And I did n't care. This is what I want ... no ... this is what I need. The purpose of this group chat was for the male child to interact with me and for me to interact with them without any interference ( AKA, my husband ). As soon as I sent this content, the group chat was flooded with content like `` Woah Nina ! ``, `` Yes Nina ! '' and `` I ca n't wait ! ''. I felt an incredible rush as I began talking to them. Funny enough, the boys started to contend amongst themselves about who would let me first. Rodney was insisting he wanted me again, and so did Ken. The other two guys, Alex and Jamal, had n't had their act yet and were pushing to be next in personal line of credit. The fifth guy was in a serious committed human relationship with his girlfriend and could n't land himself to enter ( no thing how much he wanted to ). He still wanted to be portion of the group chat to stay in the loop.

This went on for some time, with the boys continuing to argue amongst themselves. I just kept reading their messages, smiling ear to ear, feeling particular and overly flattered with the attending I was receiving. Finally, Rodney sent a content that I did not expect. `` How about we all do her ... together. In one night. '' The boys slowly started to message back their arrangement. Rodney sent another message, `` How about it, Nina ? Are you up for it ? ``

I froze. I did n't bonk what to do. Taking both Rodney and Ken together was a challenge in itself. But adding Alex and Jamal on top of that ? Four guys together ? I could n't plow that. That 's ridiculous ! How would that even work out ? hesitancy and fear crept into my idea as I began to turn over my options. And suddenly, my mind wandered deeper into the rabbit function as curio took its grasp. The five of us together ... it could really be something especial. I could go through joy that I never knew existed and getting fucked by all of them, one after another, sounds too good to pass on. I was scared. But I wanted it. I wanted to deal the plunge, to take on the challenge of the extreme point pounding that I was being offered. I was greedy and I wanted it all. It was as if my digit had a intellect of their own. I found myself typing in three letter - `` Yes ''.

It was done. I was in it. I could n't support down now. I was excited and skittish at the prospect of being treated like the male child'slut, their bawd, their buck private hoe. It turned me on to no end. I felt empowered and strong and I could n't await ! Saturday could not fare soon enough !

Later that day, my husband told me that the boys could n't advert out this coming weekend. Hmm, I wonder why. My husband asked me if I wanted to do escort night on Saturday. `` Actually, I was thinking of hanging with my girlfriends. It 's been a while they wanted to see them. '' I lied confidently. Actually babe, I 'm already doing date night. I 've got four dates this Saturday but you 're not one of them.

Saturday finally came around. I started to get ready by showering and shaving my pussy to make for sure it was flaccid, tonic and velvet smooth for the male child. I did my haircloth just how I like it, straight all the way through with the closing teased to create insidious curls. I applied my composition, eye vestige, eyeliner and deep red red lipstick. Then, it was prison term to get dressed. I went shopping earlier during the week and picked out my outfit.

What did I buy ? well, of form I bought a wench ! I love wearing skirts. one-half of my closet is filled with them and the other half with dresses. This skirt was special. It was nude-brown in color, made up of a thick velvety, satiny stuff, fitting super short and crack tight ( Outfit 3 ). My deary feature article of the skirt was the laces along the slope that required ligature and tightening. The lacing started at the hem of the skirt and went all the way to the top, resulting in massive, gaping fix along the side of the annulus. It showed my naked thigh all the way to my hip pearl and gave a fink peek of my flip-flop. At kickoff, I thought about wearing a more pernicious and less conspicuous colored thong. But who am I kidding ? I LOVE showing off my thong to these boy. I opted to wear a Panthera pardus print thong instead, which I knew would stand out much More. I paired this with a backless Shirley Temple Black top with no bra.

I walked downstairs ready to leave behind where I saw my hubby. `` WOW ! '' he said. `` You 're looking incredible ! ``

'' Thanks, babe '' I responded. `` I think you 've made me hard, Steph, how 'bout a fast one before you head out ? ``

'' Sorry babe, I ca n't. Got to go. Do n't wait up. Me and the missy are going to be out tardy '', I quickly said as I left. There is no way I 'm going to let you have a taste before the boys are through with me. I do n't need to pamper their meal. I want to stay tight, perky and perfect for them. Not that your dick is going to do much damage to my pussy anyway. I bet my pussy would consume stayed nice and tight even if I had let you fuck me ; they would n't make out the dispute. I hopped into the Uber, leaving my married man high and dry as I went to go see my boys.

We were meeting at Jamal 's condo today. Jamal is a blackened guy, 6 ft tall, almost as well built as Rodney and was perhaps the cunning amongst them, while Alex is white and just as grandiloquent. I took the elevator up and knocked on the doorway. Jamal opened it for me. He smiled and hugged me as he let me in. Rodney, Alex and Ken were already there. I walked up to all the guy, giving them all a nice, sloshed power play. I gave Rodney his usual heap on the cheek as I took my tail in my fixture spot beside him.

'' How you doing, little girl ? '' he asked. `` I 'm good ! '' I replied giddily. `` What did you say your man ? I told him I was going out with the fille. '' They all laughed in unison. I smiled. `` He wanted to do date Nox with me when he found out that you cat could n't hang up this weekend. '' They snickered at this. I enjoyed taking insidious poking at my husband. He was the one that exposed me to this whole situation. If it were n't for him, I would stimulate never become this someone. I was always a good girl before all of this ! But I guess I should be thanking him. This is the most alive I 've ever felt, I would not accept it any other way going foward !

We all got comfortable as the son started passing drinking around. I took my crank, sipping it slowly I was enjoying the soothing passion as it hit my throat. Rodney rested his glass on my thigh, using it like a coaster. I loved the smell of his chill glass and manus resting on my leg. He would occasionally whirlpool his methamphetamine, causing the cool condensation from the melting ice drip on to my naked stage. second after, Jamal brought out tequila shots. The party was about to get started as I squirmed in my seat excitedly. The boys drank their shots first, straight and in one coordinated motion. Jamal gestured for me get out of my seat and nominate elbow room for him. I got up off of the lounge to devote my buns to Jamal I proceeded to sit on the reason and on my knees.

My skirt tightened rose up further in my new perspective as I sat there on my genu in front of the 4 boys. Jamal handed me a tequila blastoff, poured salinity in Alex 's hired man and lightly held a gamboge gash in between his own tooth. I crawled closer to the cat, pulling Alex 's hand close to my typeface as I licked the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks off of his palm, gently moving my clapper out to the crest of his digit. I quickly took the shot. My throat was on flak as the hard tequila rapidly slid down my pharynx. I moved my fount close to Jamal 's and grabbed the lemon sub out of his mouth as my backtalk briefly grazed his. I coughed as the boy cheered me on, smiling and proud of myself.

Good job, Steph ! They handed me another shot, this meter Jamal was pouring salt in his own hands he handing Alex a lemon wedge shape to mash between his lips. I grabbed Jamal 's hand, eagerly licking the Na off as I grabbed the lemon fade out of Alex 's mouth, biting his bottom lip in the process. The boys howled and cheered for me as a feeling of accomplishment overcame me. I put my weapon system into the air yelling `` WOOOOO ! ! ! '' and shook my hips from side to side while sitting on my knees. I did the Sami physical exertion with Ken.

Then it was Rodney 's turn. As expected, Rodney provided the toughest challenge of them all. Jamal started to teem a fourth shot into my meth until Rodney motioned for him to stop. He snatched the tequila bottle out of Jamal 's hands he gestured for me to total closer to him. I squirmed on my knee joint towards Rodney, moving my eubstance closer and closer to his until I sat snugly between his legs. Rodney poured table salt on his forearm he held the lemon yellow slice in between his dentition. He beckoned me to lick the saltiness off of his arm which I did. He held me by the chin and pulled my facial expression close to the bottleful. `` Open wide '' he commanded. I opened my oral cavity he pulled my fountainhead back Rodney poured Tequila into my mouth. He gave me more than just a shot glass worth of the burning hot liquidity as it spread down my throat like wildfire, some of it falling out of my mouth and dripping down my chin and chest like taper wax

. I pulled myself towards Rodney 's face, but he playfully resisted. My eyes started to well up with crying as the tequila continued to fire my inside. Rodney retreated the linden back into his mouth. I jumped up on the couch I sat on to his lap, my knees resting on his large, sinewy second joint, as I grabbed him by the back of his head and locked my lips with his. I started to kiss him passionately, using my tongue to hunt for the lemon slice in his mouth. Found it ! I slid the lemon out of his rima oris and bit into it, smiling from ear to ear as I enjoyed my victory. Once the electrocution of the tequila had ceased, I spat the Citrus limon slash out of my back talk and pulled myself back towards Rodney, kissing him deeply and biting his sassing in hunger.

He kissed me back, matching my Passion of Christ reversal for blow as he slid his large hands from my backbone and down to my bouncy ass brass. My skirt had slid up all the way, fully exposing my buns and my leopard photographic print G-string. Rodney smacked my right ass cheek hard. I let out a repress moan while his tongue was in my mouth I dug my nails into his neck. SMACK ! Rodney slapped my right on can cheek again I let out another moan. SMACK ! Another one, harder than the last. My peg dug deeper into his neck as our kisses became wetter and fiercer. thunder SMACK smack ! The way filled with the deafening whipping sounds of Rodney 's monumental hands clapping my meaty ass.

The overwhelming pain and burning was only matched by the undeniable pleasure of being handled by this king-like man. The three other guys sat beside us enjoying the show. Jamal started to play with my tomentum, stroking his slender black fingerbreadth down my cheek, navigating to my shoulder joint and down to my arm. Rodney, being the generous protagonist he is, decided to let his friends in on the fun. He stopped kissing me he looked deep into my eyes, our noses touching, my lips quivering my redress butt cheek burning at the stake and imprinted with the remainder of Rodney 's hands. `` You cook, baby young woman ? '' he asked me.

'' Hmm hmm '' I nodded in a high-pitched, mouse-like moan. He lifted me off of his knees and gestured me to get back on to the floor. The boys stood up all together in military-like mode they surrounded me, their bulges aching to be release from their denim prison house. I had a unspoilt approximation of what I was expected to do. I unzipped their pants, one at a time, and slid them down with their boxer shorts. There they were turgid cocks. My power standing above me, looking down on me, their glorious cock's house and erect, waiting and begging for my attention.

I was intimidated and nervous. Fuck fuck fuck ! This is it ! count at them. Just look at them ! 4 beautiful dicks and they are all for me. They 're so much bigger and thicker than my husband 's ! Am I going to be able to plow all of this ? I 've officially become their slut. They are going to destroy my twat tonight ; I just know it ! Alex and Ken 's dicks were roughly the Sami size, veiny, thick and appetizing. Jamal 's dark peter was longer than the other two and looked like an absolute treat. But they were nothing compared to him. Rodney. He knew it as well. He knew that I wanted him near of all of them. I had seen his splendid cock twice already, but it still captivated me just like it did the start two times.

Jamal moved his hands down to my spaghetti straps he pulled them off my articulatio humeri, pulling my top down past my thorax to my abdomen. My small, innocent breasts were bare and my nipples hard and perky from the excitement. Jamal playfully flicked my tit with his digit causing me to let out a tranquillize squeal. I grabbed each of their peter I then started sucking each of their putz heading I gave them each 5 skilful suction, starting with Ken and moving back to Rodney, ensuring they were properly lubricated before I started on the monumental undertaking at hand.

I started by grabbing Jamal 's cock with one manus and Ken 's with the other as I moved my mouth close to Alex 's cock. I started to suck his gumshoe, bobbing my head back and forth, while attempting to stroke the former two. This was more difficult than it sounds. I initially had a tough time getting the motion right but Oklahoman than later, I was able to coordinate the question of my mouth with that of my hands. The male child each took turns stroking my pilus. I moved my cheek to Jamal 's monster pecker and grabbed Alex and Rodney with my hands, continuing the practice. chance event and suck. shot and suck. Stroke and suction. Just keep going, Steph.

Keep making the son proud. Prove to them that you 're suitable of being their slut, worthy of the exclusive right to have them in your rima oris, Worth of them being inside you. record them how special you are. Yes, that is correct. I think I got this. I think I 'm doing a estimable job. They seem to be loving it. I kept on suction, slurping and stroking their dicks, giving each of them more than a good turn of the wetness of my tender mouth. My center were closed, I fell into a trance-like state as I danced back and Forth, gumshoe to dick. I lost rails of who I was sucking off and who I was stroking. I went to Rodney 's massive devil and started to suck.

He stopped me and held my mind in place. I paused and looked up at him down from my genu. He was monumental, king-like I was intimidated by the way he looked down at me. He positioned his cock, his manus firmly around my head, as he started to penetrate my mouth. I grabbed two former cocks in my hands, I could not tell which cocks I had, but I started to furiously massage them. Rodney continued to make out my face, his balls slapping against my Kuki-Chin as my expectoration gurgled and built up, leaking out of the sides of my mouth. Tears started to well up in my oculus as I looked up at this man penetrating my throat with his diabolical turncock. The pleasure overwhelmed me as I let out strangle moans of pleasure, taking tiny breaths whenever I could, making sure that I stood my earth and took the punishing he gave my mouth and pharynx. I loved it. Every second of it.

It was prison term for my side by side challenge. Jamal and Alex helped me up, Ken took off my top, skirt and thong. I stood there defenseless, as the male child looked at me hungrily, greedily, all wanting me and desiring me more than anything else. Rodney picked me up off of the ground he walked to the sleeping room. The others followed closely behind. `` WOOOOO '' I yelled excitedly as the prevision of what was going to come took hold of me, while the tequila started to marinate itself within my body.

Rodney gently laid me down on my back at the bound of the bed. He stood before me as I slid my ass finisher to the border of the bed, welcoming his hammer with my widespread legs. Rodney forced his devilishly cock into my swamp puss, pounding me deep and hard, without clemency or chasteness. I screamed and howled in pleasance. `` fuck ME, FUCK ME, piece of ass ME ! GIVE IT TO ME, RODNEY ! I NEED IT ! feed IT TO ME ! '' Alex and Jamal climbed on to the bed and positioned themselves on either position of my mouth. I grabbed each cock in a hand I started to blow them off, regularly rotating from left to rectify, to assure both of them got some. Ken climbed on to the bed he started to sting and kiss my flyspeck mammilla. This set me off even more as the virtuoso of getting my pap nibbled on provided me with sweet, sultry pleasance.

The boys rotated positions they each took turns at each place of my body. They were organized, spry and efficient. None of them came while they were fucking me. They were saving it ... saving it for the finale. A mouth on my breasts. Two dick in my mouth, and a cock in my pussycat. Does it get any unspoiled than this ? Yes ... yes it does.

We changed positions. Jamal positioned himself under me as he pushed his turncock in my cunt. He fucked me heavily and deep, his stocky grim cock tearing and ripping through my pussy sassing. Alex and Ken stood in figurehead of my face as they put their cocks in my rima oris one at a clock time, alternating and taking turns. Then Rodney spoke. `` You gear up, Steph ? '' He was standing behind me, his difficult, intimidating cock demanding my undivided attention.

I turned back to appear at him. `` Ready for what, Rod ? '' `` To take it in your Edward D. White ass '' he replied.

WHAT THE FUCK ? I did n't live this was going to go on ! In my ass ? How could I survive that ? No. I ca n't do that. Just my twat. Not my ass. But ... what if ... what if it 's incredible ? Before this, I had no estimation how skilful it would feel to go a trollop. To no longer be a adept girl. But I tried it. And I liked it ... no ... I loved it. What if I love this too ? I took a abstruse breathing time and moaned my answer back. `` I 'm fix ... ''.

Rodney took his finger he applied a generous amount of lubricant on his fingers and put them inside my mother fucker, putting one finger's breadth at a clock time inside my tiny footling hole and pushing the lube deep inside. His fingerbreadth felt mammoth in my tight bastard but after a few minute, I relaxed as I got used to it being inside me. Rodney positioned himself closer, his prick resting at the William Henry Gates of my son of a bitch, while the other 3 were fucking my back talk and snatch. Rodney gently applied pressure, pushing his stopcock inwards. I let out a belly laugh despite how patrician he was. He paused but I told him to hold on going. He went deep and deeper, slowly and almost gentleman-like, as far in as he could go. Then he slowly slid out. I moaned in agonizing delight as he proceeded to go back in. Then out. In ... out ... in ... out. Faster now. In ... out ... in ... out. He started fucking my creamy white ass faster and faster. I was being fucked in all three of holes simultaneously. The son rotated again, with soul new fucking my pussycat, my ass and my oral cavity every few minutes.

'' I 'm yours ! '' I screamed. `` I belong to the boys ! I belong to the son ! I belong to the boy ! '' I chanted over and over. `` I 'm yours ! You all own me ! I 'm your fucking cocotte ! Your fucking slut ! YES, YES YES, I BELONG TO THE male child ! '' The pleasure and pain sensation were intense, cutthroat and indescribable as I lay there getting each area of my eubstance pounded by them. The pounding made my toes curl, my knee joint buckle and my body orgasm multiple times.

'' You guys almost there ? '' Rodney asked the others. They all nodded in accord. They all stood around me stroking their dicks, with Ken and Alex near my pussy, Jamal standing by my boob and Rodney standing by my boldness. Jamal came first he squirted his huge freight all over my teat. The fond, hot liquidity felt soothing and refreshing on my skin as it slid down my perky tit and all over my chest and stomach.

Ken was adjacent as he unloaded himself all over my twat, making it blind drunk than it already was with his cum. Alex followed him up adding to the stickiness with his cum landing on my tummy and trickling down to my pussy and creating a pocket billiards inside my belly button. Then it was Rodney 's round. His moan sounded the likes of thunder as his monolithic rooster scene out truckloads of cum towards my nerve. It landed smack-dab in the midriff, covering my nose, forehead, sassing and Chin. The boys left me to go clean themselves as I laid there, soaked in hot white cum from 4 different peter, sticking to my kitty, tum, breasts, neck opening and face. I scooped some of Rodney 's cum off of my face and licked my finger and proceeded to savor the others as well.

Their cum was salty and yummy and felt like a well-deserved treat for me. I continued to slowly scoop bits and bits of their cum on to my fingers and lick it, savoring each drop. Rodney came back into the room he handed me a towel. I wiped myself clean and he effortlessly picked up my exhausted body in his coat of arms. With my subdivision and legs firmly wrapped around his body, he walked me over to the bathroom joined me in the shower a few irregular later. Rodney took aid of me, gently lathering my body with soap and water. We kissed passionately in the exhibitioner, our wet sass and bodies locked and united in embrace. He fucked me once more in the shower, this time much more gently, almost lovingly. When we were sporty, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out the bathroom.

Rodney gave me his shirt to wear while he kept his undershirt on. I put it on, it was enceinte enough to be a dress. I walked out to the animation room to find the rest of the male child waiting for me. I smiled naughtily to all of them they smiled back as I took my seat. My bird, top and flip-flop were still on the level. I decided to see my phone. It was by 1 AM and I had 2 missed phone call and several text from my husband. `` When will you be home '', he asked. I texted back, `` Hey babe, just about finished, gon na be home plate in an hour. Love you. ``

I quickly dried my tomentum and hugged the guy. I gave Rodney a kiss and proceeded to bring off the shirt to riposte to him. `` hold open it '' he said. I smiled as I stuffed his shirt into my bag. I walked defenseless towards my apparel and started to put my thong on before stopping halfway. I took the G-string back off and walked up to Rodney. `` Here 's something in return. Another memory for you. '' He smiled back and slapped my ass as I skipped giddily back to my clothes.

As I was putting my wench and top spinal column on, I could hear the boy discussing something amongst themselves. I waved au revoir to them they started walking towards the door when Rodney called out, `` Hey Steph. What are your plans 2 weekends from now ? '' `` Nothing yet '' I replied. `` The boy and I were just talking. How 'bout we take a trip down Dixieland. You and the four of us. Leave your man here. It 'll be prissy to get somewhere affectionate. What do you say ? ``

I bit my lour lip and replied back with a grinning, `` I would n't omit it for anything just let me fuck. ''