I had been mad at him for what happened yesterday, even though it was equally my own fault, but now I was mad at him for wanting to talk about it. I c...uldn't answer him. I couldn't even look at him. I just stared at my own arm, still tight in his grasp."I know how much you love sucking my cock, so why pretend?" He said softly."We're not going to talk about it. It didn't happen, remember?" Anger was evident in my voice."Look, if that's what you want fine, but it seems silly to me. You liked. The gesture is comforting in an odd way. The solace is fleeting, however, when I feel rough hands turn me over, and begin shredding my clothes until I have nothing covering me but whatever it is that has blocked out the light so effectively. I continue to struggle, but Im quickly running out of steam, and its fruitless anyway. At least, I know what they want, maybe if I dont put up too much of a fight I will make it easier on myself. Completely nude, I feel the first set of hands on my breast,. As wonderful as it felt to have him inside me, the feeling of my tight pussy closing as his cock slowly slid up and out made me groan with delight. He pulled out until just the tip was held by my quivering pussy lips. Then he slowly pushed back in and my moaning grew louder as I felt the insistant cockhead plowing through my narrow passage, craming into me, stretching me open. The base of his dick ground into my clit, making me squeal, and then he was withdrawing again, sliding up and away,. I put my hand down, and nearly passed out, it felt like a VAGINA!!!!!The flesh was slightly raised and there was a gash between, I slipped my finger inside, Fuck me, it was warm and sticky and I could feel ridges and flaps inside. I pulled my finger out and gingerly licked it, it tasted of cum and was still dribbling a little.Memories came back in a blinding flash, me fucking this gay guy and. his now, I realised, partner catching us, I vaguely remember a prick in my arm and then waking very.