The trip back across the Lake was spent discussing bicycles with a Biking Club from Boston. They were on the return leg of a Boston to San Francisco c...oss country adventure. The legs on those guys ... and girls.We, on this trip anyway, were the youngest 'children' on board and curiosity struck after we had admired the bicyclists tickets for speeding in Montana."On the way to, or from, Butte there is this hill..." the stories all started with that. Eight miles long and steep enough for truck. She surely succeeded in doing that. I parked the car, we fixed our clothes and went into the house. We immediately went to the bedroom where we got undressed and got in bed. The first thing I did was bury my head between Kay’s legs and started licking and sucking her pussy and clit. I licked, then nibbles on her clit and finally sucked it like a small cock. She was going crazy. After a few minutes she grabbed my head and force me into her pussy. She had started to cum and was flooding my face. Wished he could be here with me. He teased me for a few more minutes and finally pointed his cam down. His shaft, easily 6 inches long became in clear view. A slight moan escaped my lips, I saw his eyes gleam. He started to jack off right there and then on cam. Meanwhile my pussy was getting more and more wet. I slid a finger inside myself and rubbed my slit. After a few minutes watching him jack off, I decided my panties were in the way so decided to take them off right there and then. . SLAP!!! He slaps my face hard. "WHAT ARE YOU BOY?"Before I can answer, he backhands my other cheek. Tears run from my eyes as I answer, "I'm a faggot Sir." WHAT KIND OF FAGGOT BOY ARE YOU?Tears flow down my cheeks when suddenly he slaps me again. SLAP!!! Opening crying now as I sob out loudly, "I'm a cocksucking faggot Sir." Turn around boy, tell my friends what you are," he commands.I turn around and everyone is gathered around watching. Some are mastubating, I can see a couple younger looking.