Tom gently pushed/directed me backwards a little bit until my butt was against the kitchen counter.� Then he dropped to his knees.� Tom's tongue started licking up and down my shaft, which was still inside my speedo but wouldn't be for long.� The view of this hot young guy's tongue licking up and down was phenomenal.� When I couldn't handle it any longer, I reached down and released my cock out the leg of my speedo. The feeling of my cock sliding past Tom's lips was amazing.� This wasn't Tom's first time sucking cock and he took my fat cock all the way to its base, then he looked up at me.� What a view!!! Like a Dyson vacuum is how I'd describe Tom's mouth on my cock.� He had amazing suction while he played with my balls like an expect juggler.� It was hot knowing that Charles was watching all of this but to be honest I didn't pay too much attention to Charles as this was so hot.� Looking over Tom's bobbing head, I could his tight little nineteen year old arse which looked perfect in the red speedos. Since I was hoping to pick up that night I hadn't jerked off that day so I had a load ready and it wasn't long until Tom's fantastic blowjob skills had me on the edge. I warned him I was about to cum and he kept going.� Then that deep, intense pleasure began and I exploded, deep in Tom's mouth.� I wasn't too loud, but it was pretty obvious that I was in ecstasy and my cock was unloading pulse after pulse of cum.� Tom didn't miss a beat, or a drop and took it all.� His mouth was still sucking on my cock and I had to grab the back of his head to stop him because of how sensitive my cock as my orgasm subsided. As I caught my breath I looked up to see Charles checking his phone.� With my cock still in Tom's mouth, Charles said that our ride was downstairs. Tom heard this announcement, slid his mouth off my cock and went into the room to get changed.� I started to put my clothing back on as well. It was an abrupt ending to one of the most wonderful blowjobs I've had in a while.� Don't get me wrong, I've had some great blowjobs recently but this was pretty darn hot and Tom has some pretty serious blowjob skills.� The three of us caught the elevator down to the lobby and were greeted by a few of our friends and a night of partying in Sydney began. Nothing else was spoken of that amazing blowjob... but it wouldn't be the last time Tom's lips were wrapped around my cock that trip to Sydney. You'll have to check back again as I explain what else happened and why now, a few days flashing later I do feel guilty about what happened. Summer, 199-, a Small Midwestern Town Heather was fresh out of high school and planning on taking a break year between it and college. Standing 5' 6" with long, dark red hair down to her waist, she was a real head turner. Legs like a statue, the ass of a brazillian dancer, hips like a greek goddess, and a trim waistline: She was a freckled, girl-next-door knockout with bright blue eyes and an award-winning smile. Oh yeah, and her tits. They were almost as big as her head, the nipples as large around as a pencil eraser and half an inch long, with goose-pimply aureola surrounding each one. Freckles covered each breast all the way to the aureola, revealing her habit of sunbathing nude in their (not so fenced off) back yard. She had already sucked off her hot neighbor this summer, and she had let the ugly one jack off onto her while she pretended to sleep, and she routinely let the neighbor children catch glimpses of her masturbating in the woods near her naighborhood. Suffice to say that this over-sexed little nymphet planned to spend every minute showing off her smoking hot bod and exploring her options with the cocks to every hottie she could seduce that year. The snag in the plan came the day after she had dropped the news of the break year on her Mother. "If you're gonna live under my roof on my dime when you should be on your own, you're gonna have to outdoors pull your own weight around here, missy!" She had yelled, pouted, begged, and thrown tantrums for a full day to no effect. "Get a fuckin' job!" was always the reply. Finally, Lauren relented and settled on a plan. She had asked her neighbors (He of the sucking-off-while-sunbathing incident and his ditzy, unsuspecting wife) if they indian had need of a babysitter. Turns out that, yes, they had desperate need of a babysitter. They're relationship was on the rocks, and the handsome but pervy husband had convinced his top-shelf trophy wife that a weekend of wild and uninhibited sex was the called for preion. Next thing Heather knew, she was watching their only child for the next 2 days dressed in a miniskirt and tube tope, while they rented a hotel room and waltzed off to fuck like wild monkeys in heat. Throwing Brandon, the husband, winks and flirty looks as she haggled her fee ($200 a night and a bonus if they had to stay an extra night), she had realized that she could probably pull this racket with every house on the block, AND be supplied with all the pervy Dad cock she could ever want in the process, AND pay for a small slush fund for college, where she planned on fucking and sucking even MORE cock than she did now. The child in question was a student at the local school. He was tall, like his father, and handsome to boot. He had a nerdy vibe, with bedraggled Blonde hair, dimples, and today sported a star trek t-shirt. As she closed the door on the witless duo, she turned to formally meet her new charge and almost ran into him as he had snuck up behind her and was blocking her path. "Excuse me!" Her voice was haughty. Brandon Jr. (Junior to everyone but his mother) smirked and reached out, grabbing her titanic breasts and pressing her against the door that she had just closed. Shocked, Heather did nothing as he began to squeeze and manipulate her breasts with surprising skill for a teen. 'Oh my GAWD!' she thought, 'Is he raping me?' After a few minutes of heightening arousal, 'I kind of like it... let's see how far he takes this' and she finally looked up and into his face with a questioning look. Tori asked as she gazed at his veiny manhood. The General snapped at Evelyn. On a throne sat a mass of writhing tentacles. She licked and fluttered her tongue. The kind that starts out thick at the top, but practically turns into a thong as they hug the ass. I sat in my chair before the mirror, tidying myself in the reflection, indian ordering the mess of papers on my desk. Her orgasm lasted damn near a full minute, before her body started relaxing. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered in my ear. A portable dressing table sits along the far wall of the room. I quickly kissed her, ”You're outdoors more grown up than I thought. King and I became tied to each other ever more tightly by the thick stem protruding from his sheath into my asshole, his now baseball sized gland pushing my ring backwards. I now took my hoodie completely off, unhooked my bra, releasing and completely exposing my boobs and broad shoulders. Now I am slamming back into you to meet your thrusts. The stimulus of the cocks in her anus and vagina causing friction as they rubbed against each other was too much. "Yeah, what the fuck?" Centuries of technological advances had allowed computers flashing to become capable of replicating practically any sensation the human body could possibly experience. Carl went to his room and quickly changed into a muscle T-shirt and a pair of shorts, quickly eliminating his boxers. "Do you think Ashley would mind-"