I pictured her half naked.The naked part was her lower body and her hairy snatch was waving in the breeze like some sort of prize for the longest cock...in the room. Some drunken cowboy with dire need for a sharp razor was holding her arms down over the edge of the disarrayed bed and her posterior was raised high into the air by the sloppy pillows tucked under her little pot belly to give the yahoo on her back more leverage in navigating her wide open female business.The sounds of her pleasure. That’s when I heard myself say, ‘That’s it, baby. Let go. I want to feel you cum inside me.’ Jordan cried out and I felt his body respond to my whispered command. His seed exploded out of his body into mine, filling me with pulses of white hot cum as he released inside of me. His upper torso lifted up from the bed with the force of it. For some reason I couldn’t stop. I kept on riding him until I was sure every last drop of moisture had been wrung from his body and I didn’t have the strength. I didn’t want it to feel so good. But it did anyway. I didn’t even like Freddy at all. And yet, there I was, having sex with him. And I'd be lying to you, if I didn't admit that I was actually enjoying the sex itself. I felt like such a little whore. But I also felt absolutely wonderful, at the same time. I was so confused and overwhelmed by everything that was happening.”“So what you’re really telling me here, is that once Freddy 'got the ball rolling,' so-to-speak, your own sexual curiosity. The head struck the back of my throat and my eyes bulged as he grabbed the back of my head and bottom of my chin. With no concern of my comfort he rammed his skinny penis into my throat, my gagging reflex milked his man meat like a milking machine would do a cows teat. He moaned as the penis in my anal canal erupted and flooded my bung with it's substance. I gripped the thighs of the invader in my face and tried to push away from the invading pole of man meat. Another blunt object pressed.