When he'd fucked Daisy Cow even his huge cock was lost in her cavelike cunt; now the hen's tiny bird's fuckhole was so tight about him as to drive him...to almost instantaneous ecstasy.He rolled over on his side, facing Connie, and began drilling into the bird in earnest. As he drove into her, he pulled her round feathery little body into his belly, as he withdrew he let her frantic struggles push her off from his torso.He was so caught up in fucking the hen that he was unaware of the gathering. Everyone cheered him on "make that fag your bitch!" The second guy was much more aggressive, his equally large cock was thrust deep in me, over half way. Then out "come on you worthless piece of meat, take it all!" The guys cheered "fuck his face!" The cock thrust in again, harder, and I felt his balls against my chin. I gagged hard and he pulled out, a huge glob of drool dripped onto my chest. He repeated the process a few more times then let the next guy go. This went on for 10 guys, until. ”“Whatever,” Dorothy replied, “What is it? Another one of your looser ‘homemade craft’ projects?”Bill’s face took on a condescending sneer at Dorothy’s words and held his hand to Mark, “Give me what you have there Markie and I’ll give it to the rug rats when we have the chance.”Dorothy poked Bill and giggled at how her new MAN was putting down the looser.Mark pulled his briefcase up onto the deck and was looking around the room; his lawyer was more interested in talking to ‘their’ lawyer about. By the time we got to the sagging abandoned town, I was all but wet for him.That changed when we saw the state of the place. It was brand new. The weeds were cut back. The spiderweb cracks in the road were gone. The sidewalks were swept, gardens planted. Green leaves waved at us from proud oaks, turning up their undersides to promise rain. There were shiny new cars--fresh off some 1950s lot--parked in the street and open signs in all the store windows.I was immediately freaked. It wasn't just.