Everyone cheered Susan and encouraged her to take off the only remaining bit of clothing she had on. Show us your heart! they all began to chant. Her ...yes were ablaze with excitement and she motioned to Tom to pull the coffeetable over in front of his chair. Susan stepped up onto the low table and guided Toms hands to her panties and hooked his thumbs inside the elastic waistband. She then slowly pushed his hands down her thighs so her panties went down with his hands. Tom slid them down to her. Two days after myfifteenth birthday I got off the school bus, walked around the cornerinto the cul-de-sac, where Mum and I lived, to find her in the kitchenwith a man I hardly knew but instantly recognised. Routine questionsabout what was for tea died on my lips. Mum looked harassed, her hairwas wild, her socks didn't match. The man was lean and hollow withtanned, leathery cheeks and sky blue eyes almost lost in crinkles."You know who this is?" Mum said, with a funny cackley laugh. She'dbeen. "Hey, man, the bitch is tight." He said laughing. The other asked me: "Have you ever been fucked up the asshole, bitch?" I started crying through my gag, tears pouring down my cheeks, when I felt he had positioned himself behind me and was now spreading my ass cheeks, rubbing the head of his giant cock against my asshole. I screamed loud through the cotton gag for help but it was muffled; then my scream turned into one of wildest pain as he shoved his full monster black cock into. Hard. I started crying again when I could breathe, sobbing as best I could from behind the gag. I felt his calloused hands on my breasts then, squeezing them and pulling them. Then he pinched my nipples, digging his thumbnails into the sensitive flesh and twisting them as far as he could. He pulled them down and I bent down at the waist to try and relieve the pressure he was putting on my tits. Chains had been attached to the belt around my waist, preventing me from kneeling. My arms were.