Never jogged more than a mile in my life. Now 5 kilometers, and I was still going strong. Just like the little engine that could. "Let's take a brea...her!" That was Jackson S. Jones, head instructor of our little group. He was a former Para Recon from the Marines, and 6'6" of the meanest black man this side of Bad Leroy Brown. He was all hard angles and sharp edges. Ripped to the bone, not more than 4% body fat, tops. Big, but not the inflated physique of a bodybuilder. He had lean, long,. I keep fingering myself hard as I rub my clit all the harder as I stare at my Uncles cock. I see the look of confusion and uncertainty on his face. My eyes were glazed over with lust, and yearning, as I stare right in his eyes and moan loudly.“I can’t stop. I can’t stop now. Oh God!”He wipes off his thick, hard cock and turns to leave. For some reason I felt that it shouldn’t happen. I wanted him there watching me so with a loud moaning scream I cried out to him. “Don’t leave… ngghh…. I moaned and moaned, feeling him hit my g-spot. Alex was out of my sight for a long time now. Just when I started searching him, I felt a dick slapping on my butt.I got terrified and knew what was about to come. I was going to get double penetrated by this father-son duo and closed my eyes as I felt his dick rubbing on my asshole. He rubbed it on my rim and as I expected him to insert it, I felt him stretching my cunt with his dick.I felt a terrible amount of pain, as my pussy stretched, making. I really wanted to cry but knew it would make me look weak in front of the other inmates so I kept my tears to myself and was returned to my cell block.That night rolled around and I was laying on this filthy little mattress and suddenly felt someone standing over me. I opened my eyes and saw several older guys staring down at me and they said something in Spanish and thats when one of them grabbed me and there was little I could do about it. He was a lot bigger than me and so were the other.