She tried her best to contain herself, but her pussy was telling another story. It was days ago when they had found her weak spots, and now they made ...er scream every day out of pleasure. As her sweet young sweat and juices were dripping on the floor, two large penises were put in front of her young and beautiful face, tempting her with a pang of sudden hunger.She had forgotten how long it has been since her capture. All she knew that she had been fucked every hour, every day, by many men. They. I just stared at what he was doing. His balls were swinging at first, but they sort of tightened up. I loved watching his balls move. He rubbed his cock, stroked it, sometimes the whole way and sometimes just near the end, and he leaned back a little and his hand actually stopped moving and he came. God, seeing that first big spurt of cum out of his dick! He came on my boobs. He moved until he was like an inch away from my nipple and he just kept pumping out cum. It was really something. I. Without stopping my fellatio, I nodded, sinking the fake cock about halfway into my throat before hitting my gag spot. She lay down on the bed next to me, her pussy still wet."Fuck me with Mr. Big while you suck my clit!" she demanded, and I again obliged.I watched as the thick, hard glans parted her swollen, wet pussy lips, and I again put my lips and tongue to work on her clit, easing Mr. Big on further while I intensified my oral actions. She moaned and again grabbed my head, begging me to. His big fingers found my pussy. He finger fucked me. We all went back to sleep. I wondered where this all would take me. Early next morning, before everybody woke up, Mr. Mkome brought me to his studio. In the back he stores his sculptures in a big heap. They all look the same. Some tall black god with fierce features, carved in ebony. But seen from the back they all look like a big black phallus. The large fangled head is perfectly sculpted, the shaft wide and veiny. My jaw dropped. Mr. Mkome.