Finally, about ten, he showed, drunk as a skunk. Apparently he'd stopped off at a bar to hype up his courage with more than a little alcohol.Of course...I'd expected some reaction to my brutal aggression of the night before, but I hadn't specified it in my mind. When it actually took form, I was more dismayed than I'd ever thought I could be.Fred's eyes were bleary, his face was slack, and his clothes were so dismayed he looked like a man who'd just checked in to the first stop on skid row.. Ever since he began going down on her, he always relished the taste of his aunt's juicy cunt."Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... ! That's good, Tom," She whimpered as she shamelessly pushed her hot slick crotch against his face."Lick me... honey. Stick your tongue all the way in."Loving the way she was begging for more, Tom rolled his tongue and let it slip inside her wet cunt reaching deeper. He felt her cunt juices entering into his mouth and he sucked it greedily."Mmmmmm... ! Ohhhhhhh... ! It feels so good!". They are young, being imature and excitable, enboldened by the alcohol the one with my knickers tosses them to his friend who sniffs the crotch and thrusts them down his shorts, where they nestle snuggly beside his cock. I close the distance to them by a couple of meters, where I can now talk with normal levels and tell them to behave and put my panties back. I am smilling as I talk and both boys are clearly excited with the encounter as the bulges they are now sporting, confirms they are up. Warning: This story has some rather brutal "on-stage" sex.Brute Force - By Ellie Dauber Sgt. Jeff Rikker slowly opened his eyes. He was a prisoner. He knew that. He and his squad had been scouting a suspected base of the Iraqi Republican Guard when they'd been hit by some kind of sleeping gas. It was something new, something the officers commanding Typhoon, Desert Storm II, hadn't known about. At least, they hadn't told him about it.Rikker's body felt odd, unfamiliar somehow. He remembered the.