Her body is shaking and her pussy is clenching my cock over and over. She screams out her pleasure to the night as I cum inside of her. " Oh God...yes....yes..yes." We get dressed and walk back down the beach towards the car. Heather already knows this is going to be a great weekend. Heather wakes up to her first morning with me. Knowing what we did the night before on the beach brought a smile to her lips. Her body is sore in places she didn't know she had, but it was worth it. I'm still. "Oh, someone is feeling slutty today! Tell me what you want!"I mumble, "make me your bitch..." Louder and like a girl you whore!" she shouts.I pause for a moment, swallow, then shout in a feminine voice, "MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!!!" Good girl." she said. Then she pushed my red face back into Mistress Heather's pussy. I felt something rub my ass and then my ass was stretched and filled. Mistress Anna began slowly fucking me. I found myself in a trance. There were things said to me I never. June had graduated from handguns to rifles, and the two women eventually had a nice collection of weapons that they kept locked away but easily accessible.I occasionally joined Mary and June at the range, and saw that Mary was a marksman with nearly every weapon that fired bullets. She almost always scored perfect bulls-eye's on the twelve-spot target that she used.Since I had been trained by the army, I found that my marksmanship wasn't quite as good as it had been when I was in basic. ”Those words were the catalyst which brought the rush spurting from the slit in the big swollen dome. I grunted and thrust, cum spitting forth, the hot stuff arcing high in a steep parabola before it rained down to spatter Mrs Spencer in an indiscriminate shower of gloop.“Oh! Fuck! Look at all that spunk!” Mrs Spencer yelped when the goo flicked out of my cock. “That’s it, Sammy,” she trilled, delight in her expression and tone. “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you like me.”While Mrs.