Instead of a graceful feline poised with her pussy on display and getting ready to pee, there was now what appeared to be a bipedal beast hoisted from...a primordial nightmare. Where once the woman’s hair had been long and perfectly straight, it was now a tangled mass coiled around a face contorted into anger.Yellow broken teeth were revealed as the creature snarled, bending into a coiled spring ready for release. Brown, flawless skin had changed into a dark mottled fur that was a bizarre cross. Then he rammed it in, and started fucking the hell out of me. I screamed because it was so big. Bigger than Alex’s, and his was ten inches. I clutched Greg’s back as he thrust in and out never stopping for a break. He leaned down, and kissed me. Alex, missing out, went behind his dad, and started fucking his ass. Greg’s dick was big, and it stretched me quite a bit, but it felt so good. Thrusting in and out of me I felt his balls slap against me, and I moaned against his mouth. Alex fucked his. He wore his wavy, black hair short, scorning the girlish hair styles of the mainland youth so widely copied by most of the beach boys at Waikiki, and all of the well-muscled, cookie- with-cream complexioned, two hundred pounds of his lazy, six-foot frame exuded a kind of smoldering and indolent masculine sexuality. He was so good-looking he would have been considered a "pretty boy" had he been less obviously and blatantly male. Superficially at least, he appeared to be a guileless, happy-go-. Surbhi was a lovely girl, very homely but adventurous at the same time and surprisingly, despite her strict upbringing, was always up for one thing which I enjoyed the most – public affection.Surbhi was my age, and had the body type I relish – curvy and firm. She was about 5’6’’ which made her pretty tall by Indian standards and exactly the kind of physical attributes I loved in a woman. Of course, back in those days, we were much younger and had never had sex. Yet, the thrill of making out in.