Greg and I are a good match in that way, both physically and mentally. Too bad there's not a mixed-doubles relay race, we'd have smoked 'em.Would have... We're a pair no longer.We'd been a good match in other ways, too. Oooohhhh yesssss. I missed those good times.My body on autopilot, my mind drifted back to New Year's Eve our freshman year. For the first time ever my two Moms and Greg's parents had let us out at night on our own, giving us passes to the local theme park's eighteen-and-under New. He repeated his little torture sequence on Rebecca's right tit, causing her to cry out once again."You want me to stop, bitch?" Robert grunted sarcastically."God... no! Don't stop! I love it! I'm your cheap little fuck whore! Use me!" Rebecca panted. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire and her cunt was equally as hot.Robert pulled, twisted, slapped and pinched Rebecca's breasts until they were bright crimson, the bulge in his trousers becoming larger and larger with each abusive. Directly in front of him stood a man less than four feet tall, in a dark cloak, arms raised, holding Em's axe high over his head; at his feet, Em was pinned beneath several more small men in dark cloaks. The axe-wielder's upper body was turned, the figure looking toward the open doorway behind him, no doubt hearing Alex's approach, the wicked blade wavering slightly.Alex lunged forward, reaching out and grabbing the top of the axe handle. He swung around the standing attacker, ripping the axe. The rictus of orgasm shot through me, my body heaved, my legs straightened out behind Brian, toes curled into talons. Shivers shook my muscles. Exhilaration permeated my being. As I came off my cloud nine I was only then aware Brian had cum with me. He eased his deflating tool out of me. More hot spunk saturated my genitals.Again I tried to give the lovely hard cocks in each hand my undivided attention. Faint hope there! Ron knelt between my legs, rested his incredibly long cock on my belly. I.