Cathy was probably uncomfortable with her sex, uncomfortable exposing herself to a man. I imagined how her sex might smell, sweet and inviting. I imag...ined how tight she must be, what it would be like to penetrate her lips with my cock...I fumbled quickly to grab the plastic cup I had been given as I felt my body let loose the torrent of semen that had been rising within my testicles. Sitting up while continuing to stroke myself, I placed the cup below and in front my head as the first pulse of. She threw back her head, gave it voice. “Oh fucking hell, yes, yes, yes, ye……………..sssssssssssssssssssssssss.”Phil recognised Linda’s voice, as she came loudly. He smiled to himself. He’d rather be fucking her than the redhead, who even now he pounded, his erection in her pussy. She was on all fours now, having changed positions for the second time. She wanted to come in every position, she had told him. His auntie Cathy was still rolling around the dance floor, but was now with a guy, as well. And shes grabbing at your hair. Squashing your nose up against her pubic bone as you frig two… now three fingers in and out of her pussy. *Fuck me! Fuck me you little slut! Yes. Lick me. Uh. I feel it. I feel it coming. You dirty bitch Rachel. Uh. Dirty bitch. Fuck me! Yes. Lick my cunt!* She squeals and a gush of clear fluid squirts from the hot centre of her pussy/ spraying round your fingers/ splashing over your face and trickling down your chest onto your swollen breasts. Isnt this wild. She raved and raved about how good it was one of the few positive things she said all week! Har-har-har. For the rest of the week, I made eggs of some sort every morning and dutifully came in hers while re-enacting the same fantasy with Caroline. Omelets, scrambled, and poached eggs were relatively easy, but fried eggs sunny-side up, what everyone wanted on our final morning there, were a challenge. I had to break the yolk, and then very carefully spoon in jizm before skipping the hot grease.