.. then enjoys watching as I fuck them."This was now really getting weird. I didn't expect this at all. It sounded very much like a female version of ...uckolding... I guess you could call it cuntolding or what ever. In any case, that's what it appeared to be with this girl.He then leaned over and kissed me again before whispering: "Don't worry, you'll be the only one getting this tonight." He took my hand and rested it between his legs. My eyes grew wide as I felt his large manhood beneath the. As we left and went back towards her room, my cock was getting hard again, I was trying to conceal it, but it was hopeless! "You've got to go and see my friend now" giggled Martine I gasped "Wh - what?" After I'd protested, and said I couldn't go in in that state. It wasobvious, nervous though I was, that my cock in no way agreed, and was in the mood to party, all night. Martine led me to the door of the room, opened it, and pushed me in. "Hi" said the landlady "I'm Jo... um I thought you might. "I'm not a fag." Paul growled as he grabbed Tom's throat. "Fuck off." Tom could only laugh nervously and recompose himself before ordering a round of drinks. "Well, lucky for you neither am I. I just couldn't help but notice how easily you took that guy down and well...I figured you'd be perfect to help me." Paul let out a booming laugh and slammed his beer onto the wood bar. "How the hell can I help you, fag?" Tom was just about to answer him when a sweet long haired brunette in daisy dukes. It stretched me open as I took all seven inches into my waiting void. I felt full of man and worried a little that I wouldn’t be able to feel Brett’s in my sweet vagina when Stan was done. I didn’t know that such a worry was misplaced. Brett had no intention of filling my vagina. His big, strong hands gripped my ass cheeks as he pushed them apart. He crouched behind me and pressed the head of his slender dong against my anus. I could feel that hole opening as he increased the pressure. That.