I got nailed by three dudes. Three!”“I saw,” he murmured with his head turned away.“Hey, no-no, you look at me.”He stayed put.“Look. At. M....”Bill faced her.“There’s cum on the floor. Why is there cum on the floor, Bill?”He squeezed his eyes shut, folded his lips and breathed audibly.“I’ll tell you why. Because you jerked off to me getting fucked, didn’t you?”“Frankie, I–”“Didn’t… you?” She stepped close enough that her sharp breathing rippled Bill’s shirt.“Frankie, let’s forget about thi–”“Shut. That was easier than doing the same while bent over while standing. The cum kept cumming in what seemed like an endless line. My asshole was sore but I was surprised how easily my ass pussy was taking the cocks. Drinking all of the man milk was really getting me full, but like a trooper, I continued. After all, I wanted to satisfy everyone so I would get to go home safely!After getting fucked by the last black cock, and sucking the last big dirty black dick, they left me alone. I looked around. They brought along rations and then they fished and hunted for the rest of our food. The mosquitoes were bad as they were everywhere, but the ticks were even worse. Still even with the mosquitoes and ticks camping made for a much better weekend than staying with my mom.Eventually, we got to where they wanted to make camp, set up a tent and passed out for the day. It would have taken less time to get there, but they were lugging beer and other alcoholic beverages as well. The real stuff didn't. I, being a part of wholesome Working-Middle Class America, find myself incapable of even contemplating trying anything with anybody that doesn't have the officially approved body. And less than short one hour ago, I wouldn't have even given a penny on the odds of a girl being a guy." "They say, though, that if you had a million monkeys typing on a million typewriters in a million years one will have written the complete works of Shakespeare. Somebody has to be the millionth customer, and win.