I did my shot and started up the see-saw. I got toward the center and tried to gently get it to drop over. My balance was terrible and it went over qu...ckly and I crashed onto the soft grass. Immediately all four guys were on me, trying to get me up while squeezing and pinching me. Once I was on my feet I staggered back to the starting point.The guys went back around the course and gathered up our things. Once they returned they handed everything back to us. I didn't even bother putting my bra. "For a start, to call it 'making love' is a gross exaggeration," said Glade. "It was fucking, pure and simple. And to be frank, it was buggery, not even normal vaginal intercourse, and nothing but painful." Did he fuck you often?" Ivory asked. In her present uncharitable mood, she was secretly hoping that Glade had suffered more than Ivory."Very rarely and, from his point of view, rather reluctantly. He felt duty-bound to fuck his wife on a regular basis: perhaps two or three times a moon. It. The more the booze was poured on, the further it traveled down to her pussy. The front of her jean shorts were soaked in booze. A hand grabbed the front of them and tore them right off. Like a frenzied animal the man tore her shorts into pieces and called her a fucking tease.She was grabbed by her hips, flipped face down. An enormous cock jammed into her pussy; it hurt, she let out a whimper. She was wet from all the attention and the giant cock slid in and out easy, gathering momentum, moving. She didn’t even gag as his prick slammed against the back of her throat like a battering ram. Brittney didn’t know how long it lasted, she wondered if the men got any pleasure from using her lifeless mouth, her jaws ached too much to try and suck them even if she wanted to, and her lips were swollen and limp as they rammed their dicks down her throat. She felt ready to vomit as yet another load of sperm shot down her gullet. She didn’t know how they did it, each of the men must have cum 5-6.