"I've never had a girl do that before." What, give you head?" I asked."No, swallow!" Kyle grinned. "Most girls won't do that, they don't like it."I to...k Kyle's hand as we started to walk back along the beach. "I'm not most girls." I said with a laugh. "And swallowing doesn't bother me. I kind of like it." What do you want to do now?" Kyle asked as he started his Jeep."Um, I don't know." I said playfully. "I don't think I'm quite finished with you yet for tonight."I pulled Kyle over to me and. Without a care I was thrown inside with the flimsy wooden door being locked shut behind me. I was in there for what I reckon was weeks. I was only brought out when one the guys was left with blue balls, or they got aroused by some hot celebrity on the tv. When I was lucky, Kurt would offer me a few slices of bread with a lump of cheese if I let him have another go on my arsehole. The thing was even if I said no, he would fuck me anyway. This went on until one day, one of the lads had me out in. It was ironicthat his own wife, Amy, was as sexy looking as any of the girls on thestage bumping and grinding, but that she just didn't turn him on anymore.They had sex two or three times a month, but their whole relationship hadlost its spark.Amy was a tall, trim blonde. People always said that they made an idealcouple. He was blonde too, six feet two inches, and over two hundredpounds. They had joked, early on, about how angelic any children of theirswould look, with the blonde hair and blue. Uneven bulbs but all I could see that would be inside of me was about four inches total. I lowered my pussy onto it first, covering the plug with my own slippery juices before I attempted the inevitable. Then, ever-so-slowly I pushed the black probe into my ass. It was painful and I cringed several times but once it was all the way in and all I could feel was the base, I barely knew it was there. Until I stood up and tried to walk back to my desk. My ass felt full and slightly uncomfortable. To.