He was blowing, lightly, cooling me with each exhale. I murmured encouragement, and the mattress depressed slightly as he climbed on, the jet of cool ...ir moving higher on my legs. It stopped briefly on my pussy lips, and I contracted my muscles, as the air tingled against my privates. Then his hands were sliding up my back, curving around under my arms to squeeze my tits once, and continuing over my head, pulling my top off. I sighed at the relief of having fresh air touch my back. Michael. There was a sound on the womens side of people talking and lafing, I pulled back to a overall view of our yard that now had people, fully dressed, both men and women, walking around the yard commenting to each other as they came upon the ones being eaten or dildo fucked by others, and again In all Varese sexual positions on the grass, they had wine glasses in there hands, all of use were on display, like a museum of sex. One couple came up to me patted my head with the women saying what a. You can just hand that dough back to me, biker cunt, or I’ll pound you senseless. Angie was one of the most violent girls in the school. She had major issues with anger and was always fighting. She glared at the two 5’5″ 115 to 120 pound blonde biker chicks as if she wanted to kill them.“Kick their asses, Angie, a few girls said. The women were visibly scared. A blond with a sleeveless shirt tried to run past Angie, but Angie stuck out her foot and tripped her. When the. So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind. It has depictions of sever sexual torture that would not work it thereal world. Nor should anyone try the tortures depicted in this story inthe real world. This is only fantasy treat it as such. If you have any problems separating reality from fantasy then do notread this story or any other story I write in this literary style. If youdo enjoy this story of fantasy and would like to see other.