I feel my skin vibrate beneath His hand as he strokes away the pain and then the second arrives. A steady and insistent pace; each blow followed by a...caress, each blow harder than the last, each caress firmer, the pace steadily increasing, the pain growing, spreading, my pleasure growing, spreading. His fingers stuffed into my mouth, deep to the back of my throat and I suckle Him, shove my arse back at Him, demand He use me, demand He abuse me, demand he treat me as the Cum Girl I am happy to. .but not much. And his dick must have been five or six inches long completely flaccid. Not only was it fairly long, it was thick as a Churchill Cigar. And swung like a pendulum when he walked. I'm not bisexual, but I have to admit, it was an impressive sight. I turned to my wife, I was going to hip here to this pleasant sight before the guy dipped himself completely underwater and lo and behold my wife was already looking.She saw me look at her and she giggled. I did too and muttered,. His thumb tracing the ring of my anus. He reaches his arm over the top of me and finds my growing moistness. Spreading my lips apart to gain access to my clit and into my pussy. In my slumber I shift my hips slightly (automatically...) and he gains more direct contact. I am barely aware he is real, but I am awash in sensations... his finger tip dipping into my building wetness and then its stimulation against my clitoris.Gliding his now wet fingers around the edges of my clit and delving back. Yeah, the view was nice.He blushed when she caught him staring – and then chuffed out a surprised laugh when all she did was wiggle her hips at him, purposefully provocative now, with a wide grin. His own armour grew even more uncomfortable, and he sent a brief prayer of thanks to the Maker that the thick leather would at least disguise that fact.And then, when he bent over and preceded her out of the little cave, she whistled – a loud, obnoxious, appreciative whistle. He laughed, right out.