The Lodge was silent and empty, and even the paper lanterns that usually lit up the night hung in shadow. It didn’t deter me, I could still see well...enough to find the creek in the back of the guest area. Hell, I had snuck off to Tripp’s cabin so many times, I could probably find it with my eyes closed. I don’t know why I expected to see his lights on. Perhaps because I was used to it, but his cabin was certainly dark now since he was undoubtedly sleeping at this hour. That was all right, he. “Always tell me.”“I want more cum,” I said.“Where do you want it?”“In my mouth,” I said.“What about all over your face?”I became even more wet, if that was possible. “Fuck yeah,” I said.“And all over these tits?” he asked, grabbing my left breast and squeezing it. Damn, I had almost forgotten I now had perfect double D tits.“Yes, please,” I begged. It still didn’t quite feel like me who was talking, but maybe I just hadn’t gotten used to my new voice.“Alright,” he said, pulling his pants back. The handful of eighth grade boys who were our tormentors we called 'The Dim Patrol'.Except for Chet, the rest of us were definitely the 'Braniacs' of the seventh grade boys. Chet was no dummy, but his status as a member was based on his size.'Chubby Chet' as our tormentors called him was built like a cross between the Michelin Man and that Marshmallow monster character from the movie Ghostbusters. 'The Marshmallow Man' was the moniker we all had been using for several years now for Chet,. Glancing over her shoulder she sees Eric is hard again. “Come on Eric darling. Come and punish my arse”. He gets up of the chair, walks over and rams his cock where the shine don’t shine. She screams in pain but soon is moaning as her body accepts the intrusion a second time.Andrew is feeling left out and strokes his cock slowly hoping for his turn. She realises that both Eric and Peter are getting close to cumming. It has been nearly 7+ minutes and she calls a halt. Sitting down on the chair.
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