They used somethingsticky to apply feathers all over his body and then on his head. Davinaappeared and was convulsed with laughter at the sight. She...went back tothe hut, got her cell phone and took a picture of him. When she showedMilton the screen he was appalled to see himself as a bizarre femme-birdwith colorful plummage.Swats from a cane on his bottom got him moving again. They kept him atit until he was exhausted. He ended up in a dense patch of bramblebushes. A blindfold was put on. "Now your bum".Before she could accommodate what he had said he had pulled out and in a flash had rammed it up her bum. Boy did she buck. This time her cry echoed around the room. Her tits bounced and saliva was sprayed from her open mouth as each thrust only made her gasps ever louder, but he held her and fucked her, till finally he gave the finishing thrust that not only filled her bum with his blow, but actually moved the table. For minutes he lay sprawled across her back, his cock still. Maybe then the ladies would take notice. But that was in the future. In the summer of ’56, I was a social zero, fantasizing along with others of my ilk about the Becky Himmelfarbs of the world, or at least of Camp Nanticoke. As for Becky, she hooked up with Gill Reamer, one of the handsome young dudes who never lacked for female attention. By summer’s end, they were almost inseparable, holding hands at movie night (held in an outdoor arena called The Dell) and even during Friday night. They also said "You filthy cunt" as you gagged, and my second shot came flying out your nostrils onto the top of my cock. I weakened at the knees but didn't pull out, and you went home and didn't talk to me for a week.When I finally delivered the bookcase to your house, your housemates were out, and you felt gratitude again. You sucked me off, but you pulled your panties off and insisted I finish off inside your cunt. I obliged. I still made a mess, though!Speaking of housemates, remember how.