My skirt had gone three quarters up my thigh through this manoeuvre, and it must have been rather clear to the others where his hand had disappeared to. The only girl at the table gave me a disgusted look before she and her boyfriend made their disappearance. Almost everybody had left by now. I was pissed as hell and randy as a mare in heat... I leaned forward a bit to allow Mr. America a glimpse down my low cut top. He followed the invitation and bent his head to first look and then kiss that part of my breast that the low cut top revealed. The others stared at the scene. His hand in my skirt moved my knickers out of the way to insert one of his fingers into my hot pussy. Shifting his attention to the discussion again, commenting on the new immigration laws, he started twirling his finger inside me and then started finger-fucking me. I groaned, but even if I hadn't, the sounds of his finger moving in and out of my soaking wet pussy could not have been overheard. It seemed almost bizarre that the conversation would keep going as if nothing had happened, while I was clearly approaching climax on Mr. America's lap. I knew everybody knew I was being finger-fucked. I assumed everybody knew about Stepan, too, and it all added to my excitement. I leaned over to kiss my pleasurers neck, and then his lips. We kissed gently, our mouths met and I sucked on his lip, before I opened my mouth just a little bit more, to give entry to his dancing tongue. He was a very sensual kisser, and his finger felt very good inside me.
It took me a while to realise that those hands holding my bum could hardly be his. I backed off our kiss and looked up in surprise. Mr. America pulled his finger out of my cunt.
"What's wrong?"
He was puzzled about the disruption, but quickly realised what it was about. That incredibly middle class, but still perfectly nice English bloke, Jamie, was kneeling behind me, caressing my buttocks. He did not stop his activity when we interrupted our kiss. He must have seen me out there with Stepan and, seeing me now with Mr. America, had concluded that I am probably up for pretty much everything. I looked around the room, the only people left were two blokes on the sofa, watching us from the distance, both with clearly visible bulges in their trousers, and the third bloke, an Asian, sitting at our table, who had his eyes firmly fixed at how Jamie's hands fondled my butt. Everyone except the Asian bloke and Jamie, who were focussed on my ass, looked at me questioningly. I swallowed. I suddenly felt extremely sober, yet hot as a steam engine. A part of me was outraged about this posh school boy, who did not even know me, but took the liberty to touch rather private parts of my body. But I could not help my violent heart beat that his boldness caused me. I had always phantasised about having sex with several men, but had never expected this phantasy to come true, ever. What if this was my one chance?
I raised my hand, touched Mr. America's face, and let my hand slide down his chest, and onto the buckle of his belt, which I slowly opened. I leaned forward for another one of his sensual kisses thereby sticking my bum out, further opening it to Jamie's explorations. He took the opportunity to pull up my skirt up to my waist, so it was only my knickers that were between him and my round inviting ass, sticking out at him, he pulled them down slowly, and ran his finger across my crack. The Asian bloke had gotton up and was now standing behind me, and reached out to touch my breast. God, this was getting hot! The Asian took hold of my top and I raised my arms to assist him undress me, he pulled my top up and over my head. As I lowered my arms, he opened my bra, and it slid down my arms, leaving my chest naked. I heard one of the guys on the sofa get up and come closer to join in. The Asian guy stood behind me and massaged my neck, his hands glid over my round shoulders and then down my front over my small breasts, my belly, and back up to my breasts, where they remained, squeezing and massaging them. Jamie's hands wandered from my backside to the front, petting my patch of pubic hair, and then diving down my wet hairy crotch, stimulating my clit. Mr. America, on the other hand now reached around from the front to clasp hold of my bum. Hands were everywhere. It was so nice, better than I had ever imagined it.
They picked me up, someone unzipped my skirt, it fell down, and then pulled down my knickers completely. and I kicked off my sandals. Naked as I was, they lay me down on the lounge table, I stretched, arched my back to raise my rock hard nipples into the sky, closed my eyes and spread my long legs, to welcome anonymous hands on my thight, between them, on my belly, on my chest, everywhere. I heard trousers dropping down, and when I opened my eyes Mr. America was looking at me, he was breathing heavily, one hand on my forehead, the other one cupping and squeezing one of my breasts, his erection was just centimetres away from my face. He was average size and he was circumcised, as most Americans are. I reached out to touch it, stroked its tip, while someone fingered my pussy, and, when he stepped even closer, I bend my neck to kiss the tip of his cock with my lips. I ran my tongue across it, tasted his pre-cum, and then closed my mouth around it. He moaned loudly.
"Chaps, here's a box of condoms, you'll never know what kind of shit you'll catch from one like that."
That was Jamie. 'One like that', I was offended, but, at the same time, I was glad that it was not me who had to interrupt the flow of our bodies to remind them all of the annoying but necessary layer of latex. Jamie took my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the table where he was standing, and, without further ado, thrust his cock inside me and started fucking me. I did not like him, but, damn, he fucked me good. He was average width, but rather long and he thrust it in in a steady rhythm that made me moan with pleasure. The Asian bloke had something different on his mind. He climbed on top of me and started moving his hips, so his dark and short cock slid across my pale naked chest, across my small breasts with their pink nipples. He then squeezed my breasts together around his cock to generate a tube, and went on fucking my tits. I looked around and saw the fifth bloke stand at a distance, he had taken his large cock out and masturbated, watching us. Mr. America still stood close to my head and I reached for his cock to stimulate it with my hand. The guy from the sofa stood right next to him, and I turned my head sideways to take his cock into my mouth and suck it. I came like this, with a cock inside my mouth, one in my hand and another one between my tits, but the one that had made me come was the fourth one, Jamie's, that slid in and out my pussy, ever faster and deeper, even after my contractions around it had marked my orgasm, until, finally, Jamie drove it in deeply one more time and climaxed, crying out, inside me as well. The Asian bloke could not hold back anymore either and spurt his cum across my chest and my neck.
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