They all seemed happy to comply so I kept up the slow strokes and watched as they all one by one whipped out their cocks and started wanking. DJ by no... was really into showing them something special and had pulled up her top to let her tits fall free. I was now banging hard into her and her tits were swinging and slapping around under her. All of the guys were watching from the side so they were getting an awesome view! DJ has never been able to come from being fucked doggy style, but as she. Slowly, my vision became clearer. It was my aunt giving me a blowjob. When she found that I was awake, she put a shy smile, and said “sorry, I couldn’t control myself.” She went away. That incident made me rejuvenated. I quickly did my daily routines. We had breakfast together. While having breakfast, I asked her “when can we have sex today?” she gave me a smile, and replied “it’s up to you, when will you be free?” I replied “I am free all the time. Should we do it now?” I continued “can we do. I made the mistake of playfully suggesting that HE might be a SHE. "HIM" she said, "It's HIM". I wasn't about to disagree with her or compete with HIM for her affection. After all, millions of women cry out HIS name in the heat of the moment every day. HE must be amazing in the sack.I found her religious outlook quirky and comforting. She was always quoting scriptures and would pray for me. I naively assumed that any feelings she may have had for me were sublimated. Then again, I was never. Her puny attempts at retreating in front of his onslaught, thwarted by those great shovels of hands holding her hips in his vice-like grip. Near hysterical and thrashing about she began to scream, no tiny ladylike screams but serious, loud screams of pain and anguish, begging her jailer to come and get her away from this giant who was intent on slitting her in two, or tearing her arse so that she would never hold her own movements ever again. No-one came, no knight in shining armour, no sir.