”We waited while quiet returned. I asked, “Dave, do you shoot?”“No, sir.”I said, “Okay, Sharon, you will take a pistol as will I. Don’t ...ook for trouble but being hurt to be nice isn’t the way to be.” She nodded.Misty said, “I can shoot, Taylor.”“Okay, I’ll give you my pistol. I have another in the truck. I don’t expect trouble but don’t want us to be innocent victims.”She nodded. I opened a storage door and reached inside. I pulled two pistols out with extra magazines for each. “The holster. His dick kept pistoning in and out of my pussy, he kept alternating between spanking my ass grabbing my boobs and saying “fuck me slut, fuck me, Noor”. He came in 10 mins of hardcore pounding, took his cock out and went and sat on the couch with his cock getting slightly limp. I slowly turned around in my multiple orgasm daze, looked at him, his slick, wet dick covered with mine and his juices.He just said “Sorry babe, I needed to get one out, I have been waiting to pound you since the moment. It is as hot from the spanking I have given her. I hear her moan as I rub her ass. I can feel her wetness on my thigh, my hand reaches down between her legs. “Looks like my little slut likes her punishment doesn’t she?” I ask rubbing my hand along her slit my finger sliding inside playing with her clit a little. “Mmm…yes…yes.” She moans starting to hump against my hand. I pull my hand away and begin spanking her again. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me!” I yell at her. “I’m yours. I remembered the party in question all right, but only just. That weekend Carrie had gone back home to check out the final arrangements for our wedding that her mother was organising. Bill and Jean had thrown a little shindig for me; they said because I wasn't planning on having a stag night. Not that I remembered most of it, I think some wag must slipped me a Mickey Finn or sometime during the evening because I passed out quite early in the evening and missed out on most of the fun. Shit I'd.