They let her keep her clothes on, at first, but they made her bring beer, whiskey, and food, and they took pleasure in ordering her back and forth bet...een the kitchen and poker table, running her ragged and making her obey. The men got drunker and drunker, and the unknown man who came to get her at her house was the first to go under her dress. He had just won a big pot, and he rewarded himself further by pulling the girl to him, her back against him, and reaching under her dress, sliding his. Ryan pulled back half an inch, sliding forward until he felt her hymen blocking him again. His thick shaft stretched the delicate tissue, not quite breaking it, just testing its strength.Ms. O’Negai pushed back, adding more pressure to her already straining gate. She gave a low wail of pain and frustrated lust. “Harder, Ryan -” She pulled her hips forward, then back, bumping his cock into her maidenhead.Ryan gripped her hips tighter, stilling her movements. “Are you sure? A second ago you told. I like squeezing my softening cock, milking the rest of my semen, until I pull the condom off and empty it into my mouth, or drink it from a cup. I was using non-lubricated and non-flavored condoms so I could enjoy the natural taste of the cum.My friends and I continued having circle jerks whenever we camped out or slept at one another’s homes, and one night James came out of the closet and revealed one of his secret desires. We had just finished ejaculating into the cup, and I volunteered to. We continued north and nothing of interest happened for the next three days. If the truth be told, some of us, at least, were getting a little bored at the lack of action. None of us wanted to get shot at, but it was getting kind of boring seeing the same old scenery hour after hour. We saw no towns that were not completely burned to the ground, and we found only one marina that had any gas at all. We were able to pick up 6 quarts of oil, but that was the limit of our good fortune.At one point,.