"I want you, John," you murmured. "I want you, too, Nicole," I answered, easing my fingers past the waistband of your panties and searching for your w...rm wetness. "Tell me again that you want me... that you want my hard manhood..." You reached down and unbuckled my belt, then pulled it free from the belt loops and cast it aside. "No," you declared. "This time we do it my way. I do NOT want your 'hard manhood'." "You don't?" I replied, puzzled. Your fingers quickly unclasped my trousers and. "Get down on all fours" "Yes, Sir. Just know that I'm not on birth control right now". She wanted him inside her more than anything else at that point in time, but the risk of pregnancy and fear of contracting potential std's were greater. She got down on all fours as he commanded, rather like cat and cow pose in her yoga class. He approached her from behind and he slid his dick up and down her oozing slick slit. Oh God, he was supersized and she wanted him deep inside her womb sooooooo badly.. I stopped trying to get away. I started crying hysterically. I could not even imagine something like this happening to me. Every time I thought I had reached rock bottom, these perverted kids found a new way to chip away at what little remained of my sanity.I felt my insides fill up with the hot, burning piss and then it began to run out of me and down my legs. I remained there, leaning up against the shower wall and shaking my head. As the torment went on and on I could only moan and murmur,. Barellia had not been too sheltered in her life. She had on many occasions gone to parties or outings with groups of young Nobles, and had used the chances to get close to some of the handsomer young Lords. She had encouraged them with words and looks to run their hands down her young body, although they had not gotten too far, since they were always around other people, and a Princess is watched constantly. She had on several occasions had a hand reach underneath her expensive robe, to touch.