She is leaning over me intently: ‘Hurt me… I want you to hurt me!’ I resist the initial, cruelly witty, urge to call her a ‘fat ugly slag’ b...t instead say: ‘Have you got a hairbrush or a shoe?’ This is my kind of female – I briefly fantasise about her pale fat naked body in the moonlight tied firmly to a tree with twine and me whipping her back and buttocks with a cat ‘o nine tails… every lash echoing through the woods and bringing forth thin lines of bl**d… ‘I would really like that but the. When I felt his hands in my hair, I began to suck Slowly. But he changed the pace and began fucking my face quickly. I loved feeling his hands in my hair slightly pushing my head down while at the same time fucking my mouth like it was a tight pussy. I knew he was going to cum when I felt his cock down my throat and his balls pulsating against my chin. I barely got to taste him, but I shared it with him when I stood up to kiss him. He stood and laid on the bed, then motioned for me to lay. All I know is that for the next ten minutes of so my pussy was ravaged by the cocks. I came first for Ken, his cock covered with my pussy juices. Then Stan showed me no mercy. He banged my pussy hard and fast as another orgasm was reached. What ever they had said to each other would come to light. They said it was there turn. Taken back to the bed, Stan climbed on to it and had me mount him. I bounced up and down a few times then Stan pulled my pussy all the way down on his cock. He grabbed my. “Mmmmmmm baby, your hand feels so good.” Rich said as I started stroking him faster. “You know what would feel better?” I asked stripping off my pajamas. “This.” I pushed him on his back and straddled him, taking his hard cock slowly between my wet pussy lips. Even though Rich was not nearly as large as Steve, his cock rubbed just right against my g-spot and never left me wanting for orgasms. I ground my hips against his and squeezed my muscles around his cock, increasing his pleasure as well.