He began to pound her luscious hole harder witheach downward stroke. He could feel his excitement buildingas he raped the unconscious coed. But sudden...y; Kristinbegan to awaken. Her left leg jerked and then she openedher eyes. Kristin was staring into the face of her attackerand immediately recognized him as Ted Buranski; the bartenderat the restaurant/bar she frequented with her friends.He had asked her for a date several times but she had refusedbecause there was something strange about him.. Art, who had stayed behind, had been acting as the leader for the camp. We spent three hours discussing what had taken place during my absence.Then we spent an hour on how to set the camp up, to run. I decided I could control my property, but didn't feel like I should be making the decisions for everybody. Yet, I didn't want to relinquish control to the point that I had no say in what was happening in camp. We decided to form a ruling council of five people. I would be the leader of the. We did this for several minutes before Craig said “I’m getting to close. Pussy eating time!” Oh hell yeah.Craig slid down the bed and when he got there I was ready for him with my legs spread wide. I heard the man in charge tell one of the cameramen to make sure he got a good close-up of my pussy before Craig got started. Well Craig wasn’t an expert then but he was still pretty good at pussy munching. He started out by kissing and licking my inner thighs and worked his way up to where the fur. As my hand strokes circles around my stomach tracing down to my pubic area. My cock starts to come to life. Slowly rising and hardening. I feel no choice but to continue what my naughty thoughts have started. My mind is trained on the thoughts of a woman’s lips. Lips that are surrounding the head of my cock and slowly gliding down its shaft. My cock has reached full attention. It's thick and long in my hand, the skin is tanned and the head is sensitive as I glide my finger over the tip. My hand.