Ichabod had found permanent lodging north of the village and had borrowed a semi-lame nag named Gunpowder to make sure of his arrival in the afternoon...where he had hoped to ask Baltus for Katrina's hand. He found her in the kitchen and the two went in search of some privacy. They found it in the empty schoolhouse where Ichabod plied his tried and true methods on Katrina.Ever the willing partner, Katrina allowed her suitor to shower her cunt with kisses until she came. He mounted her, his. The drink flowed and the party was a whirlwind of dancing and singing, of eating and laughing. Azzi brought his wife, who basked in the glow of her pregnancy, and his friends from the caravan came with wives. They made sure the celebration was not a quiet affair, with yelling, whooping, and exaggerated tales of manly adventure so over the top, their female listeners had to giggle with their hands covering their mouths. Yakhir waltzed through the party with a daze of near disbelief. As night. “Alright, since we’re coming down to the last participant, we’re going to change it up. Obviously, she knows this last participant is a guy, but we’re going to alter it a little to give me a chance to win!” The crowd roared, and the leader patted the excluded guy on the shoulder. “Obviously we’re not going to let you go away empty-handed. Girls?”The two assistant girls approached the last guy and took him to one side. While one began to kiss him passionately, the other knelt down and took his. While holding one breast, he used the other hand to drive two fingers deep into my ass, holding them there as he ravaged my pussy. I grabbed the sides of the tabletop with a death grip in an attempt to maintain my bearings but it was a losing cause. I felt like I was being torn apart by the non-stop explosions ripping through my pussy, the meat stick pounding me, the bruising of my nipples and the probing of my ass. "Yes, yes... fuck me... FUCK ME..." My screams of pleasure turned to whimpers.