After hours gangbang
written by:
Chris-t6290

When FIFA first announced that the 2014 World cup would be held in Brazil, my heart leapt and my mind raced. At the time of the announcement, my then boyfriend, Charlie, was really giving my pussy a pounding. What with me shrieking my response, Charlie thought I had orgasmed, and exclaimed: ‘Wow, Jasmine.'

I hadn't, cum that is, not even before with him, but what actually prompted me to respond the way I did, was something that occurred in the previous century and that did have me cumming.

Those events, which I will shortly relate to you, somewhat shaped my future as far as men were concerned. I am happily single; a bit of a free spirit you might say. Never been engaged, as my relationships, if you can call them that, tend not to last that long; I ended things with Charlie shortly after that announcement.

I've had several jobs since the incident, when I was a barmaid while I studied. Right now, I am an office assistant, where things are more professional, although there has been the odd sexual dalliance with two male members of staff.

It was 1994. I was 19 years of age at the time and living in South East London, England. What with the World cup being held in the USA and televised in the early hours of the morning, Ray, my boss, had acquired an after hours license for one game; the local Council only allowing one license per pub per game.

It was the one in which Zola, playing for Italy, came on as a substitute, only to be sent off shortly afterwards for a foul. That was the only thing that I recall from the game, but what happened in the pub, and with several men, will remain vividly in my memory for a long, long time to come; did I just say, ‘CUM'.

What with it being late, and all, there weren't that many customers, most of whom were slightly drunk and making suggestive comments about some half-time entertainment, even though the game had not yet started. Being as I was so young, I simply put it down to idle banter, little realising at the time what was soon in store for me.

I knew all I thought I needed to about sex from an earlier age: what goes where, certain aspects of foreplay; generally sucking a boy's cock to get it hard, my pussy becoming moist enough for him to stick it in me and fuck me until he came, and that my breasts and nipples responded also. I didn't know what an orgasm was, let alone had one, that was until that early morning in the pub.

What with it being a very hot summer, I had chosen to wear a pair of football shorts and a t-shirt, one that had the Italian crest on it. I had noticed from the day-time highlights, that some of their players were quite ‘phwah', sexy beyond belief; the then young Del Piero, and even the mature Baggio.

It was about 45 minutes before the game began, when things kicked off in the pub. Marcus, who's black, and his drinking pal Steve, were giving me all sorts of cheek about getting some Italian sausage inside me, which I played along with for reasons just indicated.

"You prefer foreign dick, then, Jasmine?" teased James, who was sat at a table all by himself, supping a now cool lager.

"I don't mind either way, but, you have to admit, those footballers, especially the Italian ones, well, you'd need to be a woman to understand," I rejoined, my pussy becoming moist just at the mention of them.

"They're supposed to be big, you know. You sure your pussy can handle a big dick?" enquired Eric, another of them sat at the bar, and all while my manager, Ray, stood idly by as they carried on; not that I was at all concerned.

"Get some Italian tongue round your pussy, Jasmine, that'll soon get you wet," cheered Steve. Although I didn't fully comprehend what he meant, it wouldn't be long before I found out.

"Magnificent 7," exclaimed Isaac, a bald black guy with a goatee beard who had just finished playing a game of pool with Nathan.

"Seems like someone's had one too many," rejoined Ray, puzzled by Isaac's outcry, although I got it right away; there were...

"There are seven of us men, and just little ol' Jasmine, almost pining for some cock she is."

"Whoa, guys, steady now. I'm all for talking about it, okay," I told them.

Truth is, I was quite turned on by Isaac's suggestive remark, ‘but was it enough to go along with it,' I mused, as I stood my ground, not wanting to show them I was in anyway slighted by his effrontery.

"What about it, Jasmine, and I'm sure Ray won't mind acting as referee; you know, to make sure we don't take you for granted," Eric proffered.

Ray, now there's a bit of a dark horse. I had to let him fuck me with his thick cock in order to get the job, something he apparently does with all the women he hires, but only the once.

Gazing at Ray to see if he was in any way concerned, it was clear from the smirk on his face that he was more than happy for me to be nailed by the other six, and him, of course, making it the ‘Magnificent 7' announced by Isaac.

"What about a nice sexy dance, first?" suggested Steve, as I made my way from behind the bar counter.

Since Ray didn't have a license for strippers or dancing, there not being a stage, I made my way over to Isaac and Nigel who were now leant against the pool table. There, and at my request, they helped me up onto it, before stepping back to enjoy the somewhat short cabaret; one that would have been even shorter if, as I was going to, I left off my ‘England' thong and white bra.

"Hold on a bit, Jas'," exclaimed Ray, who immediately made his way over to the juke box, and then put on a record: ‘You can leave your hat on', by Joe Cocker; the Tom Jones version not being released for another three years hence.

"Yeah, go Jasmine," several of them encouraged loudly.

Having removed my trainers before I stood on the blue baize cloth, I now moved my body to the beat and rhythm of the song, flicking my auburn hair back as I simulated a grinding and thrusting motion with my hips while gesturing my hands around the contours of my body, in particular my shapely breasts and ass.

Then, as Mr Cocker wound himself up for the last note of the song, Isaac removed a couple of £1 notes from his black jeans, and held them aloft.

"Great, excellent moves, Jasmine, but what about removing your top?" he encouraged, moving the notes back and forth in his fingers.

"Count me in on that," exclaimed Eric, who then held aloft two more.

Okay, so nowhere near enough to pay for my student fees, but an incentive, nonetheless, to take up Isaac's suggestion.

With its three buttons undone, I did my best to be provocative and sexy as I crossed my arms and then slowly raised my Italian football shirt up and over my head; swaying from side to side as I observed them looking at me.

"You had the pleasure, Ray? I bet you have," remarked James, before producing three £1 notes as he stumbled closer; I having gratefully accepted the other £4.

"Let's see your knockers, girly," James intimated, pushing the notes into my outstretched palm, which I quickly closed around them and awaited some additional incentive, not for one second feeling that I was in any way now or later, whoring myself for them.

Just then, Nathan gave me a warm smile, just as he produced three equal bills and handed them to me, mouthing ‘go on' when I took them.

Turning around, as this was now a striptease, I reached around behind me and soon had the single fastener undone. I then slowly drew my hands back and moved them over my bra cups, which I held in place before I slowly turned back to face them. Noticing that, the other four, Ray, Marcus, Steve and Eric, had come closer, and were each holding out a single £5 note.

‘Surely not for me losing my bra,' I mused, before provocatively drawing my left hand and bra cup away from my 36D breast and then doing similar in respect of exposing the right one.

What with the encouraging banter, the sexy dance and now the ongoing striptease, there was some 25 minutes before the game started. If they were going to fuck me, as I wanted them to, then, as usual, it wouldn't last long,

"Hey, slow down, Jas'," big black Marcus appealed; I not realising how big until...well, you'll see.

Administering some self restraint, I toyed with the high cut shorts I was wearing; unlike those worn by the international players, the leggings of mine were cut on an angle - almost like that of my old school knickers.

Since I was wearing a thong, one that was noticeably damp against my shaved pussy, I gripped the waistband of my shiny shorts, back and front, and began a back and forth sawing action, one that soon grabbed the men's attention, as I noticed from their bulging eyes, along with the noticeable bulge in the occasional pair of tight fitting jeans; Marcus's standing out the more prominent, the sight of which had me salivating.

Almost mesmerized by it, I stopped my hand action and licked along my lips. My mind flashing images of his black cock between them while I ran my tongue around it; I'd had a share of black lovers in the past, and everything they say about them is true.

A grunt from somewhere - one of them - soon brought me back to what I was doing. Not long afterwards, my shorts where down far enough for them to see and cheer my support for the English team, along with the damp stain just below the red English cross.

"I think Jasmine, here, is ever so slightly horny," intimated Isaac, as he stroked his wiry beard, no doubt relishing doing what I had just been thinking about, only to my pussy, which became even moist at the actual thought.

"How much to remove my knickers, guys?" I proffered, emitting a playful smile before wriggling my hips up and down as I slowly tip toed around, displaying as I did, my round, shapely buttocks, with the thin strap of my thong almost clenched between my curple.

Turning back, and expecting them to be satisfied with the striptease, at least for now, four of them held up a £5 note, while the other three offered £6; those three notably stroking their dicks through their trousers.

There was now just over 10 minutes to go, and I still had my panties on. True, I was aroused alright, but even so, 10 minutes and seven of them; any fuck I got would hardly be enjoyable, let alone ‘Magnificent'.

"Okay, so you just want me to take these off," I said, drawing the waist up at the front, which in turn drew the sides in and the gusset into my crotch, my sense of wanting more, noticeable in my voice's tone.

"I think Jasmine has a sense of feeling otherwise neglected if we watch the game, right?" Isaac averred, directing the last bit at me.

"You've stayed to watch the game, guys," I rejoined, my hands having since relaxed, and in readiness to show them my silky smooth pussy.

"Well..." exclaimed my manager, not wanting to pass up an invitation to my tight sex.

"...we can, I suppose, always watch it after," he intimated at last.

Looking amongst the others for agreement, they nodded their complicity in what would be a gangbang, Not my first, by any means, but the first of such size; such ‘magnitude'.

Going to slip down my thong, Isaac quickly stopped me, suggesting one, or several of them would do that for me, before offering me his outstretched hand to help me, almost naked for them, down.

It was, as usual, time to suck some cocks, and so I took Ray's cue as he directed me to genuflect on the cheap beer stained carpet covering the pub's wooden floor. The smell of the stale alcohol, mixed with that of the men's musk and my arousal juices, wafted around me like a heady cocktail as I released the first three; Ray, Steve, and black Marcus, who's cock was notably thicker and longer than my forearm, while Steve was of the same proportion as Ray who had been up me before.

Stroking Marcus and Ray, I felt additional cockheads brush against my cheeks and hair as I first liked the head of Steve's proffered cock, which he extended towards me.

Not long after, I felt an encouraging hand behind me, guide my mouth onto the bulging head, holding me there while Steve rocked back and forth, his cock fucking my mouth, as expected, while I stroked the cocks in my hands with the same rhythm.

"I had no idea you were such a filthy slut, Jasmine. Do your parents know?" James remarked casually.

Thankfully back then, there were no cameras in mobile phones, otherwise my folks would have a fit if they were to see pictures of me; knelt down like a slut whore, surrounded by seven cocks, each one wanting to be sucked and then to fuck my horny wet pussy. Then again, the odd one may want to visit my ass, something that was, for another two years, illegal between men and women; fuck the law, as it turned out.

Oddly enough, and my profound apology for digressing at this point, but my fantasies, the really nasty ones, involve men in uniform; fire, and more often as not the police, with two of them double teaming my ass and pussy. I especially envisage the one in my anus as being thick and truncheon like; big and black you might say, as men like Marcus, who I was now sucking, are.

My lips around his cock were almost at stretching point, no way was I going to be able to handle another of them; one of my oral accomplishments, the other one being that of taking a cock of any size down my throat - provided that it reached, of course.

Moving around me, Steve was replaced in the trio by James, to whom I gave extra attention with my hand. Spitting on it, I then encompassed his shaft with my palm and fingers, and used my thumb and its nail for added stimulation as I worked my mouth and lips along Marcus's long thick black sceptre; such, as I've already said, was its stature. Indeed, when I finally gave it up, Ray and James almost had to pry me from it.

"Looks like Jas' enjoys chocolate dick," exclaimed James. Ray, on the other hand, choosing to refer to it as ‘dark meat,' which is my own preference.

Around me the seven of them went; stroking two cocks at a time while sucking the one fucking my mouth. None of them being in there long enough to cum.

What with Ray knowing of my deep throat capability from when he had fucked me, it was he who suggested laying me on the pool table, and in such a way that, led on my back with my head part hanging over the baulk end of the table, my mouth and throat were in a straight line, one that was capable of taking any of them down it, including Marcus.

This, of course, would take concentration from me, especially breathing through my nose, and so I wasn't expected to stroke any of the others. However, before Ray fed me his thick dick, I immediately felt a hand on each breast knead and caress them; my pussy, which had been filling up with arousal fluids, still covered up.

With my hands both free, I placed one around Ray's waist, and, with the arch of the other fanned out at the base of his dick, pulled my head up and him into me, thrilling at the sensation of a man's cockhead slipping in and out of my throat.

"Gluh," I repeatedly slurred, when the man's cock fucked into my throat, and in the case of the long fat ones, the others noticed its outline slither, almost snake like, along my neck.

"Fuck me!" exclaimed James, upon seeing it for the first time. He wanting to be the next in line; the next one in my throat.

This time, I entertained each man's cock on two occasions, although on their second go, James and Nathan emptied their load inside me, their warm sticky spunk filling my throat, and my mouth with the overflow, which splashed against the sides of my florid cheeks.

Oddly enough, their cum cocktail eased the way for long thick Marcus to give my mouth and throat a nice long fuck at his second visit; indeed, when he eventually took his cock from me, the others and he, couldn't help but notice the mixture of spunk and saliva that coated it, which I then licked from the head and shaft, giving the turgid glans a few warm wet kisses afterwards.

"I take it you all want to fuck me now?" I said, as Marcus and Isaac lifted up my head and upper body, my nipples rosy and swollen from having been licked and sucked by them.

"Not right away," exclaimed the two black God like creatures, suggesting there was more that they wanted from me; how wrong was I.

Having me stand up - they all still gathered at the top end of the table - Isaac invited me to complete my striptease; the notes they'd proffered, tucked - sticking out - in the top left pocket.

What with the level of intimacy that had just occurred, there was little point in my turning away from them as I had done when I took off my bra; nonetheless, I bided my time, teasing them in the way that I removed it.

I began by placing my thumbs in either side of the waist band, and then edged them down a bit. This caused the gusset to gather up, yet not show any of my quite moist pussy. I then moved my thumbs around the back, giving the ones who were at either side of the table a view of me sliding the waistband over the top rise of my ass cheeks, which still had the strip of material between them.

"Come on, Jas, I can't wait to get at your luscious pussy," encouraged James, his cock still not fully recovered from having hosed my mouth with his spunk.

Throwing him a coy smile, I then returned my hands to each side, and slowly, very slowly, shimmied the sides of my thong down; the waistband moving, inside out as such, down my thighs, and only then exposing my glorious pussy at the end.

Once I had taken my dainty feet from my thong, I threw it - with its ‘England' cross on it - up in the air for one of them to catch; Steve being the lucky retriever, who immediately held them up to his nose to take a sniff.

"Em, your pussy smells divine, Jasmine. I wonder, does it taste divine as well," he exclaimed, much to the others voiced applause.

‘So, that's what he meant earlier, about "getting some Italian tongue around my pussy," only none of these seven where.' All the same, the thought of it was enough to make me tremble as I lowered my body and soon sat up; poised on my backside, my legs folded one on top of the other and drawn to my left side, awaiting their direction.

Stepping forwards, Marcus, his black cock hard and almost horizontal, reached out his big hands, and then reposed me so that my round ass was perched on the end and I was laid back on the baize. Then, and with my legs up and thighs pushed back, he lowered his mouth towards my exposed mound, and almost immediately I felt his warm breath on me, somewhat cooling the moistness of my otherwise silky smooth quim.

"Ooharmn," I murmured my pleasure, as I felt his upturned tongue tip trace a path along and up my gash. Somehow, I resisted the impulse to reach down and grab his head - to pull him closer and into my well of delight.

"Oh fuuuck," I further exclaimed, when he eventually sucked on my swollen clitoris, soon making me cum and even more wet.

Then, and what with my juices having run down to my asshole, Marcus licked them up before inviting one of the others to taste me.

"The game's starting," announced Ray, though how many of them directed their attention away from me - almost sprawled out on the table begging to be fucked - I had no idea at the time. Nonetheless, I felt hands on my thighs and a fresh tongue on my pussy, licking and then sucking my labia, before whichever one of them immersed their tongue in my warm wet cunt.

Shortly thereafter, Isaac and Nathan - who had been playing pool - leaned over each side and licked and sucked my breasts and nipples; a cock from James, knelt beside me on the table, added to my stimulus while fingers, not those of whoever was tongue fucking me, teased an opening in my asshole and soon eased in a couple.

Suffice it to say, my body was in fuck heaven at that time. Every part of it, including my clit, courtesy of another hand, was being pleasurably stimulated. A fierce orgasm soon seared a path through me, finally erupting, like I imagine a volcano, in my cervix and head - jointly.

"Ermngh, ermngh," I murmured and moaned, my upper body spasming up and down as it took me over.

"You want some cock in you, now," exclaimed Marcus, who then leant over my head and softly kissed my lips.

Lifting himself up afterwards, I simply replied: "Fuck me!"

James now moved to a position so that he was knelt behind me, my upper body part leant up so that I could see which one was nailing me.

Marcus it was who drew me closer to the cushion, and soon had his long thick black dick wedged inside my pussy, his black fingers stroking my clit as he worked his cock in and out of my creaming cooze.

"Fuck me, fuck me," I whimpered, as the rhythm of him stroking my swollen bud matched that of his black sceptre deep inside my cunt.

"Fuck me, fuck me with your black dick," I impelled him, and in response, and what with my pussy being wet enough, Marcus held my legs out wide and laid his cock to me while James took over stroking my clit and Ray fingered my ass.

"I suppose, you want, to fuck, my tight, ass, as well," I shuddered, brought about by Marcus's forceful forward thrusts.

"Are you offering," Ray, the old sly boots, suggested, before easing two and then three of his fingers into my ass, before Marcus gave way to Steve, followed by Nathan, Eric, Isaac and finally Ray, each one giving my pussy a right good fucking; a seeing to, a reaming even, before James got down and had his turn.

"Let's try something different, guys," Ray piped; shortly after which, I was bent forwards over the table, my legs apart, with a sticky cock gliding along my curple, leaving me guessing if it was headed for my ass, which I was invited more than told to spread open for them.

I then felt which ever one of the cocks it was, slap down on each of my ass cheeks, causing me to moan with pleasured expectancy.

"Stick it in me, let me feel every fucking inch of it inside me," I cried out, soon feeling the swollen head brush against my thighs before teasing my exposed pussy opening.

"That's it, there, stick it in my cunt and fuck me, do it hard," I compelled them, my breathing becoming almost ragged and deep, which is how I wanted to feel their cocks in me.

Once again the ‘magnificent 7' took turns fucking my pussy, encouraged by a mixture of obscene and erotic outcry's from me, with ‘nail my cunt' and ‘fuck me senseless,' being just two that I recall.

Before long, I heard my pussy squishing, what with the amount of times they had made me cum, suggesting that whoever was fucking me, was doing it good.

"Try my ass," I presently said. "It's nice and tight," I appealed to them, my hands still holding my buttocks open.

Still with the cock in my pussy committed to a lazy fuck, I presently felt some warm fluid, no doubt the oil Ray uses for cooking lunch meals, trickle down my exposed curple, followed by two sets of fingers prizing open my greasy anus.

Bracing myself to be fucked in the ass - and no doubt by all seven of them, including big black Marcus - I soon felt the one inside me, withdraw their cock, slide it up past my perineum and then ease the turgid head into my backside.

"Fuck, yees!" I exclaimed, as it penetrated my anal ring.

"Wow, look at it disappear inside her," one of them cheered.

"See how the blackness of it, contrasts with Jasmine's white skin," regaled another, indicating that it was Isaac who now had his black dick up my rectum; all the way in fact, I noticed, when I sensed his balls against my ass cheeks.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah, give me that black dick. Fuck my tight fucking asshole with it, baby," I exclaimed, as he began drawing it back, and then, with the help of some more oil on his black mamba, sliding it forwards, the bulbous head clearing a path for the rigid shaft.

With half time in the match looming, Ray, having replaced Eric in my welcoming ass, exclaimed: "Why don't you imagine it's one of the Italian players with his big dick inside you, Jas'." Something that, and especially in Ray's case, I had begun, all of which only added to the sheer pleasure I was receiving. ‘Em, I wonder if I'd get more than one of them at a time later,' I surmised. Needless to say, big black Marcus was last.

My body trembled when Steve, the last of the six, left me. I felt, as I recall, as if I was in limbo, what with the time gap between Steve departing and Marcus gripping me with both hands. ‘Now what,' I thought, since he had used one of his hands earlier when he fucked my pussy.

Lifting me up, Marcus then slid his big warm hands up my body and wrapped them around my breasts. Pulling me against him, his heat electrified me. ‘This is cosy,' I thought, as I luxuriated in his attention; shortly after which, he turned me around, lifted me up, and reclined me back on the table, my legs and thighs once more held akimbo and by him, intimating that Marcus now wanted me to put his blackness where I most wanted it; in my ass.

Taking a hold of his thick black sceptre with my right hand, I parted my moist sex with the other and then slowly teased the head of his cock up and down my exposed slit to make it moist. I then slowly, much like a snail, traced a path back down my cum trickling cooze, across my perineum to my partly closed rosebud. There, I teased my anal ring with the bulbous head for a few moments, and accepted some more of the oil before I then eased his big black dick inside me.

I have to admit, it was most definitely a tight fit, but, the other six of my ‘magnificent 7' had loosened my ass up sufficiently enough so that Marcus's girth didn't noticeably hurt; well hardly. He again stroked my clit to take my mind off the little there was, and only at the start.

Bit by bit, he tenderly and slowly worked his cock in and out of my ass, just as Isaac had conscientiously done, only this time I gasped all the way through, until it was fully lodged inside me. It almost felt as if it was stuck, my ass having never had one so thick up it; my pussy, yes, but never my tender backside.

Encouraging me to relax, not easy when someone, Marcus, is stroking your throbbing clit, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, and he presently managed to withdraw his cock monster.

After a short pause, no doubt to apply some more oil, Marcus began ploughing my rectum, although, and what with the euphoric high I felt at his presence, I'd have taken it with a bit more alacrity; a bit more rapidity.

"Fuck me, fuck my ass, Marcus," I encouraged him presently, my hands holding my thighs back, thereby enabling him to sink his cock all the way into my ‘backdoor', as Americans' refer to it.

Having soon made me cum, he took his rock hard cock from me, moved it up and into my sodden pussy, and then hoisted me up on him - my legs wrapped around his waist. He then turned us around, perched his big muscular ass on the table and presented mine to the others.

‘Oh fuck, yes, this is more like it,' I regaled inside.

Two lovely fucking cocks up me at the same time; one in my ass, one in my sex-crazed cunt, with only a thin membrane separating one cock from the other. ‘Fucking heaven.'

"Ooo yes, fuck me, fuck me guys, yeah, that's it, come on, like that, fuck me in both holes," I demanded, as each of the others took a second turn in my asshole, held open by both Marcus and me as he slobbered on my voluptuous tits. God, I'd never cum so much up to that night, nor since.

For your interest, it was when Isaac joined his native black friend, which by now they all were, that I observed Zola getting a red card, just as two black cocks fucked, dare I say it, the shit out of me, which is what made that occurrence stick in my head; misfortune for the Italian, but extreme pleasured fortune for me.

"That's it, both of you, fuck your black dick's into me," I enjoined, even though I was in fact riding them.

"Come on, I want you to cum inside me, up me, all of you," I exclaimed determinedly, as my ass took a resolute pounding before Isaac shot his load up it.

"Ooh fuck, yes, lovely and warm and no doubt sticky," I regaled, before he withdrew himself and I felt the next one fill me up.

One by one the other five nailed my ass and shot a thick load of spunk up it. After the third one, someone called for a glass, to catch that which had started to ooze out of me.

"Save that and the rest for after," I called out, intimating that I would, and indeed did, drink their cum cocktail.

After the sixth, Ray it was, creamed my ass, I climbed off Marcus, wanting him to cum in my mouth. Keeping him where he was - his rigid cock glistening from a combination of my ass and pussy juice - I directed him to hold it upright for me. Then, having placed my hands on his muscular thighs, I teased the head with my tongue tip, slowly licking and swirling it around the glans before using my lips to smooch the crown. Continuing lower, I flickered my tongue along the eye as I slowly bobbed my head on just the turgid crown of Marcus's immense erection.

"Emn," we both murmured presently.

"Fuck me," exclaimed several of the onlookers, no doubt remarking of my oral dexterity as opposed to the game, my mind and eyes fixed on sucking Marcus's cock meat.

Moving lower, yet still teasing the upper portion, I slithered my tongue around the warm black vibrant shaft, relying on just my oral technique to encourage the desired response.

"Look at her go, man," I noticed Ray remark, what with his distinct voice.

I was now almost flexing myself up and down the thick black stump, Marcus still holding himself, no doubt to forestall his climax. Soon looking up at him, he ceded the remainder, and I reposed my head back down. I then slowly drew my lips all the way up causing them somehow to ripple his black skin. Then, and taking a deep breath, I loosened my grip and sank my mouth all the way down.

"Emn, fuck," he cried, just as I expected.

Drawing myself back up until I had the top most third inside me, I waggled my tongue around that which was ensconced, before once more dropping down his magnificent black dick. Thereafter, I continuously bobbed my head up and down, presently receiving my just deserts as he filled my mouth and throat with his warm sticky creamy spunk; I grasping the base of it tightly so that none leaked out as I swallowed constantly.

"Emn, lovely," I regaled afterwards, before accepting the glass of cum from Isaac. Then, and to finish with, I sucked each of their cocks nice and clean.

Well, although we may have missed most of the game, it has to be said, there was a more enjoyable one had on and around the pool table.