They all pulled out their engorged pricks. John patted my bottom and walked over to the couch while Peter let go off me bringing my head completely off his cock and freeing it. He swung his legs over, and got up with a groan and moved behind me.
I needed no direction but wrapped my lips around John's cock as best I could. The cock thrust into my throat, caused me to gag, but I forced myself to relax around it. My body once more allowed the man holding my hair to direct my head as the large cock in front of me fucked my mouth. Peter thrust into me suddenly, his cock slick with my saliva. I moaned, and pushed back against it, grinding my hips against his. Poor Bob had not changed his position. He was still examining the gleaming hair in my jet-black bushy armpits with his huge phallus.
I take out Johnβs massive dong and lick the entire shaft. I close my hand around his manhood. , John groans louder and lets go of his cock, leaving the whole shaft free for my hand "Stroke it," he urges. Like in a dream my hand begins to move slowly up and down the full length of his shaft, sliding easily because of the cum lubrication. Peter is thrusting deep into my hairy asshole.
My hand begins to get used to the sensation of his silky skin moving over his hardness, and I begin to stroke faster. However I am enjoying watching him move his hips in unison with my stroking and didn't want to stop. So I switch hands and grip his shaft overhand; it becomes much easier to go faster, but is still kind of awkward. There is only one thing to do. I lower myself until I am squatting before him, which put his magnificent rod in line with my face. I continue to pump him, which is much easier and comfortable now, and with my free hand I cup his balls. I feel his nuts as they roll around in my hand, almost like separate beings with minds of their own. I hold, stroke, tickle and tug on his big beautiful nuts, enjoying feeling him respond to my hands. He smiles at me and reaches out and grabs my head and draws it towards his monster.