Finally saying: “I’ve never felt anything like that, Phyllis. I’ve never cum so hard. I think I feinted at one point from the sheer joy of feelings; letting my whole body explode.” I helped her up. She sat up and collapsed on the couch, leaning her head against me. “You knew what was going to happen, didn’t you?” she whispered to me. “It’s our secret,” I said. She snuggled into me and rested. “I like secrets,” she said quietly, “I feel so naughty…and so good.” and snuggled and napped. I looked at Vanessa. We smiled at each other. Sherry was now a full member of our anal little Le Club Taboo. Her initiation was complete. We looked at Duke. He was at his water bowl. His dick was partially out. He sat and started to lick it clean stud of the sweet juices of our friend and new club member, Sherry. Vanessa got a damp towel and wiped Sherry’s legs clean as she opened them once more. “I’ve never cum like that in my life…not even that night in the drive-in.” I laughed at my exhausted Sherry, whispering in her ear: “It’s a one time thing, gay sweetie.” She massage took a deep breath, sighed, quietly saying: “I hope not.” It had been a memorable Friday…with more muscle Fridays to come I was sure…more than sure. As I climbed on Jon said that as my bikini bottoms were just stud about lost in my pussy and ass crack I may as well take them right off, the top as well. I cover my mouth as not to laugh and Kelly quickly turns her head to me and mumbled, “Shut up.” I nod my head and get myself composed. I shuddered, so eager to blaze. Sucked. “You’ve got quite a problem it seems,” he said. “I’ll take a Bacon Egg and cheese McGriddle, a Sausage Egg McMuffin meal, 2 sausage burritos, and I think that’ll do it.” The scoring was simple: if your team scored a hit, your team got a point; if your team got anal gay hit, your team lost a point. “Oh god Daddy,” I heard myself moan. I closed my muscle eyes again and put my left hand on the back of her head, coaxing her to put her mouth back on my dick. We bring each other to the brink of orgasm over and over massage again, but always lay off at the precipice, feeding the hunger that grows within us. His short hair was perfectly in place, his eyes were radiant.