She undid my shirt and pulled it off my chest and shoulders. I quickly undid the cuffs and the shirt dropped to the floor. She rubbed my chest with he... hands, pinching my nipples. “Fair play,” she giggled. Then as she massaged my chest and abdomen, every once in a while touching my rock-hard cock through my pants, she began to kiss my neck and earlobes. I reached around behind her and gripped both her firm buttocks with my hands, squeezing them like peaches. I moved my hands to her crack again,. They just kind of laughed."Let me see it," she continued. "If one of you is big enough, I'll let all of you cum in my pussy."At that she opened her legs, revealing her sopping wet pussy; she hadn't been wearing knickers all holiday so that we could have sex quickly. Her bush glistened in the golden light from the sunset.There was no discussion. One of the lads got his cock out. Lauren took it in both hands. It must have been twelve inches long and so thick that she couldn't close her hand. It was always hard to stand initially no matter how many times he changed. His back cracked as he craned his head skyward, his arms outstretched as he finally had room to breathe. His jaw almost dislocated it yawned so wide before snapping shut. His body relished the freedom as he rose to his full almost eight-foot height. His balls, almost too big to fit between his legs jostled as his fully-erect cock bobbed needfully in front of him, pointing outward. He still had the tattered remains of his. Yer ‘ill bleedin’ promise me! Yer ‘ill travel wi’ ‘er for two weeks at laest. On yisser bleedin’ ‘onor, yer ‘ill promise me!”I rolled over and I looked into her eyes. I couldn’t imagine her this angry. Not in my wildest dreams. But she was beyond angry. My face hurt. My body hurt. All of her had tackled me to the ground, and it hadn’t been a friendly tackle. But she got through to me.“I promise. I give you my word of honor.”She calmed down. A little at least. She had the kind of rage that came.