I hear another horse being brought out and again and my cunt is abused by another ferocious horse fuck. Then a third and final horse is brought out- a...huge stallion shire horse, the fuck this horse throws into my tortured abused cunt is too much I’m in sensory overload of pleasure n pain and end up passing out. I eventually come round, lying in a heap on the floor, after being released from my restraints with seven horny fucking guys wanking off n shooting cum over my pain filled body, a. Her screams this time were purely animal as she came and came. I was holding her off the bed and fucking her up and down on my cock as I jack-hammered my hips at her. Her legs and arms were completely limp and whenever she paused for breath in her screaming, I could hear her tiny pussy sucking at my pistoning cock. She was cumming non-stop, now, completely possessed by orgasm, and when I finally slipped the tip of my index finger into her little asshole, she lost it. Her limp arms and legs. My wife and I are going to take the bicycles and go across the island to get some fresh provisions. Enjoy yourselves. We'll be gone most of the day, but there are sandwiches in the galley if you get hungry.??Can I go too?? asked Nora.Yes, they had a bike for Nora, and the three of them and the bikes could easily fit in the Boston Whaler they used for a tender. Nora helped with the boat, while Mom and Marshall watched idly, smoking and drinking fruity rum drinks. The boat lived atop the aft. At twenty, she was almost insatiably sexual. We would have sex five or six times a week, sometimes three times a day. Everything from long languid afternoons of massage and foreplay to quickies in public places. Once at a baseball game she sat on my lap in a tactically parted wrap around skirt. On another, we fuck like mink, buck naked, on the altar of a Catholic church under renovation.( Another story in and of itself.) We were standing in line on the sharply rising steps of our favorite.