The air was heavy and the crickets chorused outside. She had showered and changed into light cotton skirt that she tugged down occasionally to cover h...r exposed little panties. Her hair was wet and she smelled freshly soaped. Her eyes drifted above the page and she smiled at me. It was a smile of innocence and trust. It was an innocence and trust I planned to abuse in the most extreme way. All that was needed was to persuade Jill to "try something kinky" and the rest would be simple. The plan. Did last night really happen? The images are all there. The beautiful, male bodies surrounding me. Long thick cocks before my eyes. Pumping, stroking. All wanting me. To be inside of me. Feel my wet pussy. Tight on their shaft. The lust in their eyes. The animalistic rage. Male controlled by the cock between his legs, wanting only one thing, me. My pussy. My insides. To taste me, to touch me, to be deep inside me, pounding, pushing. My fingers are not controllable now. The thoughts. Gregory and the Man Mountain he had run into before had stepped into his path and stopped him. Gregory sneered at him and said, "What's the problem here? Jessica is he hurting you?"Mr. Gregory looked at Frank and said, "Frank that's no way to treat a lady. I suggest you just cool off and let her go before you get hurt son."Frank started to make a heated reply when he felt a vice clamp down on his wrist. He felt his grip on Jessica's arm loosen then she pulled away from him. He stared into the. I’d stayed out late with my friends once too often, and Dad could smell the alcohol on me when I got home. He really gave me a good thrashing that night, and he was so mad that he made me take all of my clothes off first. My Mum wasn’t any help, she just said that I had been bad and deserved to be punished. It didn’t help that my younger brother was in the same room all the time. I was so embarrassed, and boy, did my backside glow, but at the same time I was getting so wet that I was sure that.