I still remember this mixed feeling I had watching the piss flow out of his big soft cock.After he finished he still didn't get dressed or even put on...his underwear as the rest of us had. He started prancing around fully naked with his big cock flopping freely. It didn't take long until he was hard. We were still telling him to knock it off and put on some clothes, but the sight of his big hard, naked cock---I'd bet a true 8 inches---was something we admired.Then he announced he was going to. K had controlled so many boys that my aggressive taking her just made her pussy wet.It was midnight when Karen crawled shamefaced into my room. She hung her head in shame and removed her night shirt and crawled into my bed. I did not act as if it mattered she was there. I pulled Karen to lay on her back and put the head of my cock against her wet pussy and pushed with my hips and slowly my cock entered her tight wet cunt. "No (she muttered) don't" as my cock filled her pussy and I bottomed out. I got to my knees, heaving, felt at my ear, kicked him in the head to make sure and ran back into the house, a bit wobble legged.The woman was standing by her sofa, my big knife in her hand, her eyes wild as the man I had stuck in the back neared her, arms spread wide. I yelled and he twisted toward me just as she lunged and drove the knife into the side of his belly, right to the hilt. A half-foot of bloody steel came out his back. She let go and stepped back. He fell on his side, trying to. Nothing other than her sex would be exposed, and short of being nudged or moved, she wouldn’t feel anything other than what happened to her down there.I slipped off my seat and knelt on the floorboard. It put my face within range of her. I didn’t have to be nice or pleasant about this, so I hooked a finger under her panties, pulled them out far enough to get a good grip, and ripped them apart.“You didn’t have to do that,” she said in a bored voice. “I should make you buy replacements.”I wanted.