Until the evening he shouldn’t take his cock out of me. he had to keep it there all through the day (except in case if he wants to piss). So we deci...ed that after a quick lunch and toilet we would get back to the play and the dare. When he pulled out his cock I saw a stream of his cum flowing out. 6 times continuous loading, my pussy was gonna get overloaded by today evening!!! And I loved the thought of that. We gulped down our food. Shanu and I went to the toilet and we came back for session. Maybe he should find her another dick to suck right now, so he could get a momentary reprieve. But whose, he wondered. Brock’s, of course! Make his wife suck her own Daddy’s dick!Van waited until Cheyenne stopped to breathe for a second and pulled his well-sucked prick out of her mouth while texting Brock from his wife’s phone. He pretended to be Barbara Jean borrowing Cheyenne’s phone and even used her usual Jesus Freak terms to make it convincing. Now, if Van could just keep it dark, Brock. And then… Archie. This was, somehow, different. And she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was she was feeling. Optimism? Hope? The resolution of all her fruitless searches, like in that Peter Gabriel song? Unbidden, a different snippet of music ran through her head: ‘Want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.’ That was it, when Archie was with her, everything and everyone else receded, into nothing more than background noise, wallpaper. The entirety of his attention. I spent the evening letting them fuck me in my ass and pussy, as we smoked pot and got high. They each came multiple times and my twat was raw by the morning, as the biggest of the three held me down by my neck and plowed his big, ebony pole deep into my vagina. I moaned out loudly and took his hard rapid thrusts for nearly an hour before he gagged me with his long shaft and jizzed deep in my throat. I swallowed him down and could barely walk to my purse for a cigarette to smoke. I sat on their.