Ginger had a good mind to walk right into the room and scream for them to stop their cardinal sinning. The only thing that was keeping her from it was the fact that she was dressed only in ha and panties, and the discomforting realization that she wanted to see what was going to happen in the next room.

The guilt-ridden teenager opened the door just a crack and peeked out. She kept telling herself that what the couple in the bedroom was doing, was shameful enough without her increasing the sin by watching. But, somehow, the door opened and she found herself peering into the room.

Cheryl, a busty, heavy hipped blonde, was on all fours, naked, on one of the twin beds. The boy had his head turned and Ginger didn't recognize him right away. But then, she wasn't looking at his head, she was staring intently at the second aroused male cock she had ever seen.

Bigger and thicker than Tony's had been, this boy's dick was a bit softer too. It hung semi-erect between his hairy thighs.

"Shit, I'll never get myself fucked if I have to wait for you all night!" Cheryl whispered disappointedly.

"Well, it doesn't just firm up on cue, you know!" the boy shot back. "Sometimes it can use a little… stimulation!"

Cheryl grabbed the half hard prick and began stroking the loose skin up and back. She lay down on her back and scooted under the kneeling boy, positioning herself so that the floppy cock was between her big, jellying tits. She licked the valley between her jiggling breasts and slid the stiffening prick up and back, rubbing it between her tits as she licked the head of the emerging and retreating dong.

"Like that, baby?" she cooed.

"I'd like a straight blow job even more," the boy hissed impatiently.

"Some people have no admiration for originality!"

Cheryl sighed.

She opened her mouth and slid down further. The big blonde tilted her head back and the boy drove his cock right clown into her throat, fucking straight down into her lips as though her mouth was a well greased pussy.