Mark was wearing tight jeans that day. I noticed quite a bulge in his crotch. Not that he was erect or anything, but it was clearly a larger bulge tha... I could have displayed when flaccid.Nothing happened right then, but I thought about that bulge when beating off that night. It scared me a bit, even while turning me on. “Am I a fag?” was all I could think. The next morning, I spanked the monkey while looking at a Playboy I kept between the mattresses, just to reassure myself that I still liked. Daniel painstakingly worked his cock, a little at a time deeper and deeper into my anus. My inner anal sphincter muscle ring put up a vibrantly defense but suddenly surrendered and opened allowing Daniel's giant cock to seat it's self deep into my rectum. I screamed out in horror as I felt Daniel's enormous cock head enter my inner anal sanctum. I was lost in disbelief as Daniel's abnormally huge fuck tool worked it's way deeper and deeper into my bowels. I could barely breath as Daniel slowly. And she wanted to be a naughty, slutty, whore!I gave her just what she wanted. I grabbed her by her hair and held her head up so she could see my cock pistoning in and out of her ass. And I was fucking her hard. She cried she groaned and she squealed as I fucked her ass, occasionally using my free hand to slap her tit or slap her face.I berated her and called her filthy names–slut, whore, dirty cunt–all the names she wanted me to say to her. She ate up all the abuse, the degradation that I gave. The women were all very merry: joking, laughing and ordering lots of drinks. Most of them, including the blonde, appeared to be pretty drunk. After about a half-hour, the redhead sitting next to the blonde poked her friend in the arm and pointed towards me. I could not hear what she said, but I saw the blonde emphatically shake her head sideways. The redhead continued to point, and all the others joined in. After a couple of minutes, the blonde shrugged her shoulders and stood. As she.