Feeling him deep in the back of her throat drove her wild with desire. She could sense his cock pulsing with need as it slid over her tongue. Thrusti...ng rhythmically and frantically in her mouth she could tell he was on the brink of climax. A guttural outcry came from his depths and he released his seed into her. Spasm after spasm of salty, hot cum filled her mouth and throat. His taste was familiar and delicious and she felt the desire to suck every ounce of pleasure out of him. She felt his. I noted not a single hair, she was shaved clean. I slurped along her slit, reamed her hole, and slowly moved up to take her clit again. Her hips lifted, I glanced to her face. A bright smile, eyes clamped shut as she humped up and down slowly, lifting, offering her sex to me."Oh god yes Richard," she groaned. Her hands rested on my head as I chewed on her flesh. From her clit, to her lip, down to her hole, and back to clit, I sucked eagerly. Juices flowed, I grew more needy, my cock growing. "We're not trying to insult you, but we want you to give Mr. Maroni a blow job?" When she first told this story, I went crazy with anticipation at this point. "I immediately wanted to accept," she said. "But I didn't want to be known as a whore. I didn't want something like this to get back to my parents." She asked if all the other guys would be watching. He told her yes; they put up the money. They thought she was very beautiful. That was a "No shit, Sherlock" kind of remark. "I don't know,". Mom told me that she has done things that she never did before, and she likes it."I know you have gone naked in front of other people, and have enjoyed the freedom of not following societies stupid rules. My guess is that you have even swapped with the rest of the group and you both like that too. What I'm trying to say is that we aren't the same as we were before and we never will be again. I don't feel any guilt about us making love last night and there isn't anything that's going to change.