The couple Charles had invited was on the floor fucking between their black capes. Looked like a sandwich, Tom thought as he turned to consider Charles. Maybe later, he decided, spotting come all over Charles' cape, shoes and the floor.

Ed Cramer was taking Gloria into the shadows and Tom decided to get Cynthia now, while the getting was good. Besides, Ed's cousin, Ann, was doing her thing with the girl she had brought, and Stella was just watching everything with curiosity.

Cynthia didn't wait for Tom to get to her; she was on top of him before he knew what hit him and he found himself in a "69" position. Her wet mouth devoured his cock, while his mouth tried to get at her cunt, but she kept moving it away from his drooling lips. Then he got the picture; he spread the cheeks of her ass and sucked her tight little asshole.

"Ohhh… yehhhh," she cooed. "Make it tingle."

"Just keep suckin'. I'll make it tingle."

"Mmmmm…" she purred, filling her mouth with hot throbbing cock.

Tom curled his tongue into a point and shot it up the tight tunnel of her asshole with one fast, penetrating drive; at the other end he pumped her mouth full of sperm. Honey dripped from her cunt and trickled down his neck. As soon as the fragrance reached his nostrils he pulled back his tongue, moved her slightly and shot it into her pussy. Cynthia sucked now like someone drowning and squirmed all over his face, feeling his tongue ream the walls of oozing dew right up to her belly and into her brain.

As it turned out, only Charles didn't get laid. He dropped two loads watching though, and considered himself lucky, confident he'd make it the next time.

On the trip back to Ridgewood Tom settled into deep thought. Amateurs! Rank amateurs, that was what they were! Next week would be different… he'd see to that. No more Mr. Nice Guy!