I was now sitting on the balcony that overlooked a park, dressed as I wasdressed, with a huge rubber ball stretching my jaws wide-open, cumleaking out...of the corners of my mouth, blindfolded, impaled on aninflatable plug, which, I now realized, was pumped-up too greedily... Withmy feet suspended below the chair, all the weight of my body now presseddown on the plug, and I was squirming on top of it, trying to find acomfortable position, and failing at it miserably.After a while, the balcony. His favorite game was having the young girl sit on his lap with her skirt spread so no one could see the old man's cock as it entered and exited, pumping copious amounts of sperm deep within the young girl's eager cunt. Life was good for all.The villagers were eagerly anticipating the great festival of All Hallows Eve, held every year at the Van Tassel Manor house, the social event of the season. People from all around would come by boat, carriage, or on horseback, to party the night away. . When he looked confused, she said with a slight laugh, “That’s a quickie in a snowdrift.”There weren’t any snowdrifts, but it was a cold, almost November evening when Sam had left the truckstop. He started to say something else, but instead gave a huff and said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”He was surprised as he stepped out of the car that the wind didn’t seem to be blowing. Normally, it was always windy on The Dixie Highway, especially in the fall. He was further surprised as he lowered. She noticed as well."You were so good last night. It was the best....fuck I ever had."She shook her head for a minute. "All these words that keep trippingme up, trying to get out. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cunt! Cunt! Tits! Tits!Pussy! Pussy! Boobs! Boobs! Slut! Slut! Cum! Cum! Cock! Cock! Fuck!Cunt! Tits! Pussy! Ass! Motherfucker! Titties! Cock!I stared at her, shocked. "What the hell was that?" That was every word that's been fighting to get out. There areprobably a few more. But I feel better.