It was cold and hard and………“How do you like being fucked by your own weapon?” the guy administrating my anal **** mocked.I was being fucked ...n the arse by my own truncheon. Now I was definitely being fucked at both ends. I could see out of the corner of my eye, three guys standing watching and wanking for all they were worth.“Go on shove it in him hard. Make the pig squeal”. This drove my anal assailant onto greater things and then all of a sudden he withdrew the truncheon to replace it with. Now apparently as a permanent cripple. That’s what his chances were ... as of now.As for me, I wasn’t so pessimistic. Pilsner was a fighter ... and just maybe, perhaps, the odds from now on might be on his side. As for that name, Wilma Reeds ... well something about it seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it. Probably someone I’d once read about in a newspaper.Apparently, a lot more time had passed since Pilsner’s near-death experience, early Sunday morning. I’d been out, unconscious and. Jen knelt down between his legs, unzipped his pants and pulled it down along with his underwear without much fanfare, gasping when she saw his hardened cock spring up. I briefly glanced over my shoulder and grinned. Kev was indeed well packaged down there and I’m sure Jen would enjoy every damn bit of that cock. I straddled Kev’s chest, grinning wickedly when our eyes met and I lifted up my skirt, exposing my shaved and somewhat wet pussy to him. “Eat me while she takes you,” I instructed him.. I say yes. Lick my breasts before I shower. As I do, Linda says you are such a pervert, your cock is getting, well, less small. She is right I am getting hard. I bet you want to take off my knickers next Linda adds. As I do Linda bends over and says, pointing with her finger, you should lick here too. My tongue laps at her cum uncrusted anus. If you get hard enough while you do that I'm going to let you fuck it Linda purrs. I keep licking as Linda instructs me that's it lick it, really lick my.