Her head span as she felt herself lifted up. There was laughter from the men as they compared notes on which was best: her arse, pussy or mouth.
“Fuck Caroline, your arse hole is so tight I couldn’t help myself. Sorry.”
She smiled at Micky, “It’s okay, it’s not something I have done in a while.”
Her legs felt wobbly and they held her up and steadied her, all the while fingering her spunk filled holes.
“So what about me?”
Caroline looked down at Adam’s straining cock, fully erect, ready to use.
“How do you want me?”
As Caroline walked back across the park from the rowing club she smiled. She watched the young couples walking past arm in arm, families on their day out, kids on their skateboards and bicycles. They had just started their New Year but she felt she had lived a whole year in past few hours and it wasn’t even midday. Beneath her smart coat and dress she felt her nipples hard and sensitive – all those eager mouths that had sucked on them – all those busy fingers that had played with them. Her pussy felt pleasurably sore from all the cocks that it had entertained and her anus, well that felt minty clean. She stopped at the statue on top of the hill and looked out over London and smiled at the thought of how Adam had led her to one of the changing room benches, pushed her onto her back then instructed his friends to lift her legs right back over her head. She still felt butterflies in her belly at the thought of how they had all studied every crevice of her body, commented on her puckered anus, it still slightly gaping from the pounding it had taken, the dribble of semen that came from the orifice. How they had spread her pussy lips apart, flicked her clit until she was moaning again and laughed. How they had encouraged Adam to bury his penis into her cunt then her ass, and back again, time and again, all the while ignoring her protests.
She smiled. She finally felt some relief. Of course she could never return to the club now but it had been worth it.