I soon realised why when I could see my brother, laid back along a bench, trousers round his ankles and a man who imagined to be the fat friend at hi.... Mercy me!!!!!! I was shocked to see that the man was sucking on his cock, bobbing his head up and down so that he was not wanking him with his hand and he was handling his ball sack as well as roaming all over his exposed body. I was excited by both the sight and the sounds as my brother moaned and groaned with pleasure and I too was starting. The dead, crazy look in my eyes that holds too much. I can't look. I can't bear to look into my own haunted eyes. He has become my bad habit, my addiction. The anesthesia to my pain. I crave his mouth, his tongue on my skin, his touch and his beautiful cock that stretches me to fit him. I crave him so much that it hurts and makes it hard to breathe until he pulls me into his arms and fucks me like a man out of control. I love it when he buries himself deep inside me. Nothing else matters when. My ass was being fucked thouroughly slowly then quickly as they all took turns, lined up waiting. The man in my pussy was squeezing my tits, causing the blood to relese then fill up again...it was so painful, but exhilirating at the same time. Cum oozed from my ass as I was still being impaled deep into my cervix. All the other men were standing around spent from the activity, snapping pictures and filming with their phones, watching as my climax began to take over my body again. A. "You said it was normal. Well, Erin and I did it in our own time. I know you want to make it safe for our first time, which I think is really weird that you're setting this up, but we've already done it."Dad looked at Mom. "We probably should have figured that." I took Dad's expression to almost say, "I told you so." Don't take it like we're trying to push you and Erin to have sex today," said Mom. "We would never do that." I wasn't and neither will Erin take it that way." I had a sudden.