He fitted it to my vagina sizing it up to fit then he squeezed the clam shell together and the spikes drove themselves through my tender flesh through...the lips of my most tender spot I screamed in my torment as the spikes continued through me finally connecting to the other side I heard a loud click and then it was over my pussy was locked away it was now his and he showed me the key it was a golden key small but with big meaning “Now that sweet pussy is mine and mine alone! Only I will fuck. I then felt down to his cock and kinda measured with my hand on his cock and felt a good 3-4 inches remaining. I took a deep breath and said OK now push it all the way in. He shoved it home and I asked him to wait a few. He did and he also kissed my neck and planted little kisses on my ears and shoulders. I said OK lets start. he then withdrew a bit and shoved back in. he did this a few more times and then he began a longer withdrawal and shoved it home again. Now he started to grind in. Sometimes my driving was like that. I could concentrate so hard on something that all I consciously was aware of was the subject of observation or contemplation. I could get like that in battle, too. I consciously saw nothing but the target. However, my brain registered everything and if a threat popped up somewhere else, my brain seemed to ping him for elimination so I could go back to the target. My drill sergeant was very worried when he first noticed that in basic training. Worried enough. I still had my dick in my hand and it just went off on it's own. My spunk shot out all over Joan's stomach.I lost count of how many times I came. They took turns fucking her cunt and mouth. I think some had a couple of goes at her. Eventually they had all had enough and we were left alone. By this time Joan was really out of it, she had fallen into a drunken slumber. I set about trying to clean her up. I had found a towel and a cloth and I washed and wiped all the cum of her tits, face and body.