We start drinking and talking to each other about various subjects. Cars, girls, football, and as the ecstasy kicked in, the mood started to change. T...here wasnt anyone else there but us four. And we were all pretty drunk and high from weed and the ecstasy. We get on the subject of our past sex experiences.Thats when I look up and see Adam start to sit facing away from all of us like he was trying to hide something. We all notice and call him out. Adam stands up, at this point I should mention. Goodbye." Well, son, we've started." Dad, to change the subject: do you think that I could get a motor scooter, now that we have some extra money?" I think that it's OK, but we'll have to convince your mother." Can we start tonight?"He smiled and nodded, so I knew that it was just a matter of time.Of course, she nixed the motor scooter. She insisted that we put any extra money aside for my college education.I pointed out that tuition at Auburn was $45 per quarter and dormitory room and board. "Swallow, slut." And I did as I was ordered."Get off that chair, and bend over the table," she told me.I carefully stood up, the giant cock easing out of me. I felt empty. I moved to the table, and facing it, placed my hands on the surface, bent over, and spread my legs.Mistress came up behind me. "That was one of the sluttiest things I've ever seen. You are such a fucking whore, aren't you," she said."Yes, Mistress," I replied. "A whore for you if you want."I felt her behind me. I felt her. “What about Martha? Have you committed, then, as you indicated earlier, to sharing her with the rest of us?” I asked Becky, just to clarify the matter.Just then, I also entered Des from behind to remind her of her own special status. An ulterior motive of mine was to enjoy the sight of her splendid ass beneath me. She undoubtedly knew that fact, but clearly didn’t mind it at all, even if she then passed me onto Celia like a baton at a relay race.“Martha will do as she’s told, or else displease.