Every secret instance of fleeting eye contact fed their unspecific hopes. They weren't sure yet what they wanted, but they wanted desperately not to s...top.No plans were made or even imagined.Because of their significant others they were prisoners of circumstance, yet the attraction was fierce, animal, urgent.The urge wasn't to have an affair, the urge was to fuck.And it needed only opportunity.When opportunity came, they both hesitated, they were good people.But when their faces were inches. When it was time for them to come one climbed over me and another under me. 2 hard throbbing cocks entered my wet pussy at the same time. Both pulsating hard as warm gooey cum shot up inside me. When they finish a plug was inserted to keep the cum from dripping out.Both men made me lick each of them clean while again the Hitachi was at my clit and the paddle assaulted my breasts. It was hitting the sides of them so that they bounced around with every loud whack. Then as I licked the last bit of. The stud fucking my mouth was oblivious. He grasped at a clump of my hair and started to fuck my mouth even more aggressively. I knew he was going to cum - I could see his eyes bulging, then there was the telling twitch of his cock.I fixed my gaze on Duncan, who sat, frozen in disbelief on the veranda. I wanted him to see the joy in my eyes when his best friend came in my mouth.‘That’s it. Show me what a good girl you can be.’ The stud grunted.I stared back at Duncan. His best friend clutched. We planned our booze for the night, Wild Turkey and Bud Light, and tried to figure out who would buy it for us. (since we were all only 18). Megan got a call from Abby, and she invited her to join us for the party. I laughed, knowing where Abby had been the past hour, and finished feeding. We left and met up with Abby, who winked at me, blowing me a kiss. We went to go find our good old friend Joe, who had been hooking us up all week. Trav, Meg, and Abs went to my camper to start partying while.