Bringing her feet up to the bench either side of her, she splayed her legs open, and her pussy followed suit. The lips parted, the labia stretched and...the pussy opened wide, glistening with juices. She slid her fingers over her tightly shaved mound. "Touch me. Slowly. One at a time. Explore me," she commanded. The first lad gingerly reached out and stroked her thigh, then brushed his fingers over the pubes. Then slowly, deliberately, he pushed a finger inside her open hole and explored the soft. Let me properly set the scene.It was September 2016, and six of us decided to go for a long weekend to Galway. We had checked in to our hotel and went for a very good lunch.On our way there, we found an old school sweet shop that sold me a big bag of dark chocolate covered coffee beans. Around four o'clock, we decided we would like a drink or two and found this quiet little pub on a back street.Five college-age boys sat clustered in a corner on our left, pints of cider on their table. They. He was breathing heavily as he started to gently rub what he'd just been brutalizing. I whimpered some more, desperate not to betray my state of arousal by moaning or making any sound of pleasure. When his hand slid between my legs I braced my body, shocked that he would dare touch me there. I bit my lower lip as his hand made contact with my soft pussy from behind.He jumped up and not a moment too soon. One more second of feeling my father's calloused hand on my pussy and I would have moaned. Again andagain and again. Mark tries to use his free hand to ward off the blows,but it's no use. They continue to rain down. WAYNE in shock : Dean! Fuck, Dean! You killin' 'im,Dean, and we ain't even fucked 'im yet! DEAN still in a rage : Fuckin' right I'm killin' 'im!The little motherfucker up and stabbed me! Well he ain't never gonna do thatto nobody ever again! Dean continues to bring the knife down. Mark soon ceases to struggle.One can hear the sound of blood gurgling in Mark's.