She had competed in some triathlons, but swimming wasn’t her forte. The long hours in the saddle were therapeutic. Riding gave her purpose. A reason...to get up in the morning so to speak. Still she longed for human touch. She had not had sex with anyone since that tragic night. Oh, she masturbated daily. Sometimes three or four times. Though she no longer cried at night, the empty bed depressed her. Anthony and Jeremy were extremely competitive, but they rarely fought. Even when they did argue,. He wasn't my first audition, as I said, four others I'd selected had turned out to be duds. One was a fag, the other two, really speed artists in bed. The fourth was the worst, he was the sensitive type, the last thing I wanted.Anyway, me and Al got to the motel. He went in and got us a room for a couple of hours, and then I drove around and parked by the door.As soon as the door was closed behind us he was all over me, rough and crude and forceful, with more than a smidgen of cruelness thrown. “It is a shame your husband does not know how much you love a good hard fucking,” Tim added.“You were really into it last night the way you fucked us and being so willing, while having an orgasm with each of us,” Mark told Catherine.“You guys drugged me, I did not know what I was doing,” Catherine responded, hatefully.“You can deny it all you want, but your hot pussy sure liked taking both our cocks,” Tim told her.Tears were trickling down Catherine’s face as she reached for the waistband of. When he pulled the skin back the head was only slightly lighter than the blue black of the skin. He stroked himself a few times and then made up his mind. He pushed the skinny guy out of the way and knelt between the woman's thighs. The contrast was incredible.He put the head of his cock against her lips and pushed effortlessly into her cunt. He bottomed out and pulled back, his cock now shiny and covered with fuck juices. I watched his slightly hairy balls swing back and forth as he fucked.