It was called a vagina, and it was now a part of me. Oh, I'd had it all along, but now I was using it.Liz was just as naked, and after we threw back t...e covers we stared at each other."You don't look any different down there." Neither do you."She touched her inner thigh. "Dried stuff. Is this what I think it is?" Probably. I think there was enough of it, and it has to go somewhere."She smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. I don't remember much, except it went on and on." She hugged herself. "I liked it.". I was beyond pissed. No girl likes to have a cock shoved in her face. And never mind that it was Uncle Mitch, who had been a fixture of stability and cool reasonableness in my life ever since he'd changed my diapers when I was a baby. It was so unfair I wanted to cry. And yet.There was that tickle between my legs. The only cock my pussy had ever had was Billy's, which was nowhere near this big. And we'd only actually done it twice. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop my pussy from. "Does that count?" "Not really," she giggled lightly. "It's not the same as strapping one on, getting one end inside you, and feeling the power when you're drilling a horny slut!" She dropped to her back and we lay there, in silence for a few minutes, our heads touching. She reached down and took my hand in hers and I gave her grip a squeeze, entwining our fingers. We lay still for a few more minutes before she spoke. "So," she started tentatively, "you going to join us?" I blew out a breath.. The only thing I could see was a vague silhouette. The only thing I could hear was two sets of intense panting, and the distinctive creak of stretching leather as my bonds took the weight of my entire body moving back and forth. Every time he withdrew, I strained every muscle of my pelvis to keep him inside me, and thrilled at the sensation when he thrust once more.It took only a few strokes before I came, the pleasure of orgasm erupting from my every pore. I screamed. More than ever before, I.