It was obvious he really didn’t want me being there. I had worked up a bit of a sweat with all my hiking and really needed to bathe, but the river ...as freezing cold. One of the guys had brought along a bush shower, that’s just a canvas bag that you hang from a tree and fill with water. It has a shower head attached to it but the water doesn’t last long so you have to be quick. The shower was out in the open off to the side of our campsite, so I went into our tent and changed into my swimsuit.. In spite of my appearance of a pretty girlI seemed to see nothing but a sissified man and I again thoughtabout chickening out.Sally Anne saw me pause and pushed me on and before I knew whatwas happening we were in the car with Sally Anne at the wheelheading away from home. Sitting in the car the bouffantpetticoat suddenly seemed very full and my skirt seemed to billowin front of me and would not stay down even when I smoother itwith my hands."So is my sissy husband looking forward to the. I could see the agony of unreleased sperms on John's face!I wondered which of the four women present would have the pleasure of drinking from his fountain. I prayed it would be me, at least once today! I also wondered even in the midst of cumming, what Eddie would taste like... After the fucking, they whipped me. All of them with exquisite and professional skill, not hard enough to break my skin, but fine, vicious blows to the most sensitive parts of me. Lucy directed them, correcting angles,. And don’t forget my thumb.”“You mean you’re….”“Yeah. I’m fisting you. How does it feel?”It felt fabulous, to be completely honest. I felt filled up, but it was different than the thick-cock-filling-me feeling. And it was lovely, because the movements made by his fist inside me were so different from a cock. So sensual, yet so raw and so powerful.I could liken the smooth, fullness of the moments to how it felt immediately after my anal passage relaxes and allows a cock full access.It was.