I tried to fight them as they dragged me toward the bedroom,but the two women were much stronger than I. By the time I got tomy Aunt's bedroom, I had ...o strength left in my body. Mrs. Morganpulled the sweatshirt over my head, while Aunt Clara, unbuttonedmy jeans, and pulled my underpants down to my ankles. By thistime the sweatshirt was over my head, holding my arms frommoving. Someone pushed me down onto my back, and in one fellswoop, I was naked on the bed. "I'm going to throw these boy's. . She got down from her bike and bent down to take something from her bike and I could visibly see the change in her size which made me hard right on the road. She took out a paper and asked me to write what I want as gift and give it to her the next day, she stressed specifically anything you want.I went back home though a lot and as a guy who is a teenager I wanted to feel the touch of a girl, a kiss, a hug what no everything was popping up in all naughty ways.. But due to the usual. Seven seconds later he came again. The Whore was in pain now as her pussy was hit by a second batch of super fast super come. Her wails of pain sounded the same as her earlier wails of pleasure and so went unnoticed. The next time he came his curiosity caused him to pull out of the soggy pussy of The Whore, and see how far he could project his seed. After the first two packets of jizz punched holes in the concrete walls he decided to wait and measure it in an uninhabited area. He used his hand. This goes on for sometime before you pull away, leaving me out of breath. You help me to my feet, lifting my suit jacket off and unbuttoning my white shirt midway down my chest. You kneel on the ground in front of me and begin to unbuckle my belt. The pressure at my waist is suddenly relieved when you drop my pants and boxers to the ground, letting my seven inch penis bounce free, inches from your waiting face. Around it, what trimmed hair there is sticks close to my body while below my hanging.