"Give it over old man. You want it." I say as I wiggle some more.Nimrod leans over my shoulder and kisses me. The soft and yummy kind that I like. I t...rn around and take his face in my hands. He wraps his arms about my waist. We nip and play tongue hockey, until we were both humming.He slowly turns me onto my stomach. I stretch in anticipation. He doesn't wait for me to finish stretching but plunges in. Only this time it is not my butt that gets it. I let out a sob of surprise, Nimrod knows. He had been one of the men who had a good view of my pussy since we arrived. And he had been sitting only inches from me while his friend fucked me violently. I guess he must have had a hard on for quite a while now. The lubrication covered his cock.I bent down to take his cock into my mouth and I was grateful for two things. His cock was messy, but he was clean, and his cock was only a little larger than my husband's. I was relieved that not everyone here had a cock like Nathan's.I took his. This is my first story, so sorry if it seems less than par, and please give me your criticism! I’m insane. That’s the only explanation. Mark paced around his room frantically, trying to figure out just what in the world had happened. * It had started out as a regular day of college. Mark had slammed his phone alarm into oblivion and pulled himself out of bed, collapsed halfway to the bathroom. After perfunctorily splashing some water on his face, he walked into the miniature kitchen to get. I pushed the gate open and then went over to the car parked out front. I lifted the hood on the car and disconnected the throttle linkage so the getaway driver could not leave. I closed the hood and went to the driver's side and opened the door. The driver didn't have his seatbelt on so I picked up some road gravel and dumped it into the belt latch. I then put the belt around the robber and clicked it closed. I tried the release button and, sure enough, it was jammed. The robber had a gun in.