It was firm andspringy, and he felt it up, squeezing the girl-flesh, pinching the nipple gently, whileLisa ground her pussy-mound against his bursting...dong. "Lisa, you've got to let me-" I thought you wanted me to go to that Scout thing with you?" Lisa said and brokeaway from Herb. She looked down at the tremendous bulge in his pants, that hadleaked at its tip into a wet spot the size of a silver dollar.Herb had forgotten completely about his promise to the troop. "Aw, heck, that canwait," he. He tried to think about the girl; was she enjoyingwhat she was doing? Did the guys taste good? Would she have done it ifshe wasn't getting paid for it? Was it safe?And then the most crucial question of all. If he ever had theopportunity, would he like to do it? A voice deep in him, replied'yes, oh yes, oh yes'. A terrified voice.5.Early on the Sunday evening, James's telephone rang. A colleague ofhis, Tim, wondered if he would 'like a couple of pints' in town.James, having spent the weekend. The pulling on the nipples hadn't stopped, neither had the ball squeezing, and by now I was sobbing a little."Stop whimpering faggot, and be pleased that these real men want to do these things to a worthless pussy faggot like you"I'll give it something to cry about" another voice came, and to much laughter a guy with at least nine inches made his way to the front of the crowd. I'd never even seen a cock as big as his, never mind be fucked by one!Thankfully he, or someone, spent a little time. "Hey, you all right down there?" Margaret said. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" No," I said. "I'm just trying to figure a few things out." Well, come up here and sit beside me so we can figure them out together,face to face." I did as Margaret instructed me. It was strange-as Audrey Hepburn, Margaret was physically smaller than I was (except, of course, for that monster penis between her legs) but I still felt subservient to her. I rested my head on her shoulder as she put her arm around me. "So,".