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The three men danced around Tracee for I don't know how long, eventually working down to just their g-strings before anal creampies with her. They gyrated against her, and she responded in kind. They took turns coming over and giving Barb and I some attention, and Barb was totally into it for maybe 20 minutes before the anal creampies. Tracee was not so easily stopped. She was uncuffed, getting frisky, and the hunks didn't mind. She got the g-string off of one of them, and in return, they got her dress off. Another g-string for her bra, and with the last one, she and all three of them were completely exposed.

The tallest of the three was in her face as she sat, leaning forward in the chair, and she licked his cock. Another was caressing her body. The third came over to me and said, "You look over dressed for this anal creampies party." I took it, from the tone in his voice, that this was a suggestion, so I quickly shrugged off my clothes. Now, I'm not flaming bi or anything -- I've played with guys before, back when I was single, but I tend to be a lot pickier about guys than girls. This hunk fit the bill though. He was so close, and so yummy. "It's okay if you want to touch it, but I don't DO anal creampies with guys," he whispered to me. I reached out and caressed his six-pack, working my way down to his member, which was starting to grow. Behind him I heard giggles and moans. His penis came to attention as I stroked it, and I looked up to see his eyes closed and a grin on his face. My hands found his hips and I guided him down to the couch between me and Barb.

He looked like the kind of hunk you'd find on a Mediterranean beach, with jet black hair, waxed chest, and trimmed pubes. It felt so nice just to run my hand through his public hair and stroke his shaft. He began to moan and I picked up the pace. His hips started getting into it, and eventually a stream of his juice shot up onto his body. He was waiting for the anal creampies that night.