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her. She lifted her hips from the straw and ground her sex into the man’s face, like her swollen lips were a drooling mouth suffocating him with kissing.
    ‘Get her to suck you off,’ Tessa heard Jack say, although in her delirious state she was unable to put meaning to the words until she felt something warm and smooth and meat-like brushing against her mouth.
    ‘Come on, sweetie. Open wide.’ The voice seemed detached from the hard lines of his perspiring body as the Australian teased her mouth with his straining erection. It was the salty bead oozing from the tip that caused her to part her lips in order to taste it, leaving just enough space for the cock to push and ease itself between her teeth. The silent stranger held up Tessa’s head and slowly manoeuvred his statuesque erection into her mouth, almost immediately having to fight against ejaculating down her throat.
    ‘Steady, steady,’ he growled, digging his nails into her shoulders.
    Instinctively, Tessa pushed her fingers into the space behind his balls and began to circle the tacky patch of hairless flesh, causing the Australian to moan and sway as he levered his cock skilfully. He was sitting astride her chest, his buttocks brushing against the pale rise of her breasts, blocking any view of whatever was going on between Tessa’s legs. But she was aware that something was happening, a changeover perhaps because the pattern of licking slowed and became firmer , and whoever it was down there was nibbling and biting at her clit with their teeth. She strained sideways, peering out over the top of the wide prick that was a millimetre away from choking her and saw the top of Jack’s dark head between her legs. The other teammate, who had got her so wet initially, was now standing and looking a little lost alongside the fourth player. Jack must have sensed this also because he snapped a command at them.
    ‘Don’t just stand around. Make yourselves useful.’ Jack beckoned them over. ‘Get to work on her tits.’ The lower half of Jack’s face was smeared with Tessa’s juices as he spoke and a low snarl could be heard as he buried himself once more between her engorged lips.
    ‘You take that side and I’ll have this one.’ The raised clipped tones of the Australian’s accent preceded the burning sensation that suddenly surrounded each nipple. Two unfamiliar mouths sucked and chewed noisily on her breasts, which somehow seemed to complete the electric circuit that was sparking throughout her body.
    Moments later, Jack hauled himself upright as if he had surfaced from a long swim under water. His eyes were half-closed, perhaps because he was drunk on the juice drooling from Tessa’s little pink sex, and he barely managed to give out further orders to the team through a gravelled voice.
    One by one, the men dragged themselves away from their positions and rearranged according to Jack’s wishes. Tessa had no say in matters as she was roughly lifted and repositioned in the straw. She felt something warm beneath her back and when she sent her hands to investigate she realised that she had been put on top of Jack, her back covering his front so that she could feel his searing hot prick straining between her buttocks.
    She felt his breath on her neck as he spoke. ‘Ever had it up the arse before?’ Jack was barely in control of his voice and the words came out as urgent staccato. Tessa shook her head as someone lifted her legs at a right angle to her hips and held them up high by the ankles. ‘Ever had it up both before?’ Jack let out an irrepressible laugh and took each of Tessa’s breasts in his hands like they were handles for the impending ride. Tessa suddenly felt another mouth eating her sex and quickly working its way down to her exposed arse.
    ‘No, of course not!’ she insisted, her whole body now a mass of trembles and anticipation. The fear of what she knew was coming coupled with the pleasure of having her tight little arse exposed and