It smelled like sex and steam, and I could hear some girls chatting quietly. The three of us new girls were marched into the room and told to stop. �...�On your knees, sluts.” It was Cassey, and she spoke with a commanding voice. My knees landed on the soft padding that had been laid out. I got the feeling that the three of us would be here for a while. “Welcome, volleyball sluts, to our Slut marathon,” Cassey began. “over the next three days you will be our slaves. Our sluts. You will suck cock. I was eighteen and he was twenty-two, Harry my husband has been the only Man I have known. Right from the start I found sex to be great, we Never wear cloths at home, we especially enjoy us both being bald.We have a nice place out of town that is really very private, unless You knew where the place was it is hard to find and see. We both did Allot o nude sun bathing.The fact that we lived so private my cousin had a beautiful Alaska Malamute, they are part wolf and dog his name was Jr. He was. Deni knew what he was doing by the soft subtle sounds of clothing being removed yet her feet stayed riveted to the floor. When Dave returned and pressed up against her shivering body, she knew it was too late.Her eyes closed, but her cheek remained flat against the wall. Dave placed his hands on top of Deni’s again and deviously pretended he was going to fuck her. He used his foot to kick her feet apart and then he shoved his raging hard-on into the empty space between her thighs. Dave pumped. They were eventually joined my Cody and Tommy. After about half an hour of back and forth, they finally said, "Fuck it, lets just put this bitch in reverse and take our chances." Everyone climbed back aboard the boat and Vance revved up the engine and hit reverse. The motor spun and the boat felt like it was rocking, but nothing happened. Vance quickly killed the engine and shook his head. Tommy and Mark jumped back onto the sandbank and started to try to push the boat off of the bank to no.