I know that I will never rise with the morning sun and be greeted by that face. Don’t speak to me of desire. Yet there are those who see desire as a...physical thing only. All that they know of desire is what little tidbits their lust inflamed loins will allow their mind. A stiff dick… maybe a pair of hard nipples… a wet twat. This is desire? They know nothing. They have not wanted the precious moments spent walking through a park with a smile on their faces. All they want, not desire, is a fuck.. We got lots of cum to dump inside you. Isn't that right boys?" There was a mumbling of agreement around the room. Phil went on "In fact I think it's about time we showed Miss Bush here what she's got coming!" He ordered the guys to drop their jeans and pants. All round me black penises were being released and perhaps more worryingly their large black testicles were now on view too. I suddenly realised that all these sacs were going to be emptied inside my vagina. I shuddered at the thought and. He then spit into his hand and coated his hard cock with spittle. It was not what I had in mind but it had to do as he placed my legs over his shoulders and pushed forward.My ass was still sore from where Mark had fucked me and it hurt when Mike forced his cock into my ass. It would have probably hurt more if Mark had not stretched me out earlier in the day.I just assumed Mike was going to cum inside me but he surprised me by pulling out and shooting his load of cum all over my tummy and. The two men in thechamber helped me lie down on the small trolley that would carry methrough the tunnel on the wooden rail that had been laid, then one ofthem tapped on the duct. On hearing this, the men in the far chamberstarted pulling on the rope attached to the front of the trolley and Ifound myself propelled through the tunnel, its dirt walls and woodenprops mere inches from my body on all sides."Benton," I muttered as it trundled along the tracks, "why Benton?"Though that fact had been.