"Kristy Gets Her Holes FilledI can feel the excitement in my body as I hear Reggie move over behind me. Jamal has trained my body well to be ready for...any opportunity to be used. My mouth, cunt and ass are wet and pulsing with a need to filled. When he's behind me I feel his calloused hand grab my hip. Then he slaps my red ass with his cock. Oh My Fucking God! It feel like a club hitting me. He must be huge. I wiggle my ass in order to entice him to put it inside me. But he just continues to. I felt his cock twitching in between my fingers and I assumed he was getting aroused. His head was resting against my shoulder and lulling from side to side. ‘Sshhh. It’s okay.’ I said once more. I kept on fondling his cock and balls and I even rubbed a finger around his asshole, especially since that seemed to make his cock even harder. It grew into a gorgeous stiff cock within the palm of my hand, a perfectly sized shaft and a shiny purple tip, for a moment I noticed the light reflecting on. ‘A beautiful girl…like you’ I said looking directly at her. The light was very dim and I couldn’t see her face well but I could have sworn she was blushing.‘Have you ever fucked anyone?’ I asked her.She shook her head. No.‘You?’‘A couple of times’ I said.Silence.‘I want to see your pussy.’ It wasn’t a question, more like a demand.I held my breath as she rose from where she was sitting next to me and stood before me. Her hands glided down her thighs and she took the hem of her skirt in her hands. His demeanour, and grave expression, gave him the appearance of an ascetic, and as far as the other members of the Mess were concerned he lived as celibate as a monk. He seldom entered into the hurly burly of life in the Mess, and for him to address anyone in such a convivial way was quite out of character.He sat down before I could reply. I was sinking into a slough of despond and self-pity, and in the absence of Billy Bassett, who was spending more and more time with the widow Matilda, I.