The second cock spewed its sticky load on my tongue as he pulled almost out of my mouth. The familiar, bitter taste lingered on my tongue as I swallowed -just as a third cock drove past my esophagus' opening and began to face-fuck me; the cock in my ass exploded as he pushed into me as far as he could go.
The two guys set me down; my hands went to the man's thighs before me, steadying myself, and within a beat or two the bulbous head of another cock pushed and crowded its selfish way to the front of the line, driving itself head first into my anal passage. The pain, minimal, for I'm sure my asshole was gaped to the max. It seemed to grow in girth as he shoved its extreme length in -until I felt his groin against my ass cheeks. He slowly pulled out, creating a counter, slower rhythm to the face fucking, until he popped out of my ass, and then he rammed in again. Over and over he did this, and the pain expanded from there; it was a cruel unrelenting fuck, and I couldn't escape its punishing assault on my asshole. But when the face fuck ended, my mouth empty, I didn't scream stop, instead I pushed back on his cock, and began to move my ass up and down as he wisely realized what i was doing and held his cock in his fist -and he exploded within thirty seconds.
As the spent cock in my ass exited, I heard, "Enough." The sense of cock hovering about me, waiting their turn, disappeared. Sir put his arms about me and we stepped to the side two steps to the wall. He leaned against it and his face came to my left cheek.
"You are the perfect cum slut," my friend. "Like a plant, for example, say an orchid, grown in a completely unspoiled environment. Where pollution, bad soil, weather-are like culture's useless by-products. The orchid genus is Orchis, which comes from the ancient Greek, órkhis, meaning testicle. Oh, yes, the perfect example, like the most numerous flowering plant species-you are one of nature's perfect specimens, free of this culture's ridiculous notions of good and evil, free of the poisonous hatred our fellow folks shower over all of us like pissing on us from above. What in their world is disgusting, we transform into pleasure; what in their world is perversion, we transform into normalcy. Come with me; here are your shirt and shorts. Come," and I followed him to the outside lobby where free coffee and creamer sat on a table with a hand written sign that read, "Coffee Free, Creamer a dime, Please."
Back into the inner lobby where a few chairs sat along with a small sofa. Sir and I sat to drink our coffee. He offered me a cigarette; I accepted and he lit it.
The coffee was hot and bitter; the cigarette was hot and menthol. Sipping the coffee and hitting the cigarette, I waited for him to speak; minutes passed. I butted the cigarette half way down and set the coffee on the pine table before us.
"It's only nine o'clock and two hours to close. You tired, or want some more action?" he finally asked.
