He looked at me a little surprised. Greg and I had never been shy about our appreciation for the opposite sex and neither of us had ever expressed any...jealousy.“I do,” he replied simply.“Me too,” I said, “He’s pretty good looking too.”“I guess,” shrugged Greg, “if you like tall, fit and well-muscled.”“I do,” I said, rubbing my hand along Greg’s upper arm.“I saw her by the pool earlier today but he wasn’t with her,” offered Greg. “She had on a swimsuit that would make a blind man stare.”“And a. Maybe better for Phil, since he came a second time, not quite as hard but very well, and I orgasmed again but only once. The sun flooded the hotel room with light when I woke up. I was lying alone in a wet bed that smelled of semen, with a faint hint of pussy. Dried come was sticking to my pubic hair and thighs. I glanced at the hotel radio-clock. It was late in the morning. Phil had said that he had to catch a plane this morning. Maybe he had already left. I yawned and scratched my pussy,. I cried out in disgust and dread, I knew I had no choice.He was raping me and there was nothing that I could aboutit. He continued thrusting and I didn’t know how my pussystretched to handle him but it did. Up to a point. He kept thrusting into me, going deeper and deeper untilmy pussy resisted any further penetration. At this time Ibegan to feel a tight cramping pain in my guts caused byhis cock being pushed in so deep. I was sobbing so hardmy chest hurt. “Dear God, please. The intrepid stranger was pulling Mark’s hard cock out! And in front of all these people! Mark tried to pull back, but the older man restrained him. ‘You look great. Don’t move.’ He then turned and asked: ‘Doesn’t everybody think so?’ The crowd nodded. Mark didn’t know what to do. He was standing fully dressed in a room full of men with his hard dick sticking out of his pants while many eyes ogled it. Several more men entered the scene, and all just stared at Mark’s exposed hard-on for several.