“Please, no more,” I think I mumbled.“Just one more. For me.”“Okay,” I whimpered, feeling the vibrations getting stronger. “Oh god.” I...managed, my eyes rolling slightly back, aware that I was drooling down my chin and onto my tits, as I clutched at the padding and held on for dear life while Holly replaced Anya and started kissing me. And then Scott, her boyfriend joined her on the other side and began mauling my tits roughly and twisting my overly sensitive nipples, until I started pushing. Fred, Dave and Jeff, curiosity stirred, walked over to watch, each taking a peek through the spotting scope that was attached to a sturdy tripod. It was obvious that Kirk shot much better than his father. Probably due more to the sharper eyesight of youth than anything else, Jeff thought. The small red bull at fifty meters was just that — small, and without a scoped rifle, it would be a difficult target.Jeff could easily see the holes at fifty meters that the .22 rounds made, but he doubted if. I was breathing hard now. Panting like a dog in heat as I waited for Tyrell's next move. My pussy was so wet. It ached for his big, stiff member."You're a nasty little slut, ain't you, girl?" he asked."Mmmm, yes, daddy," I moaned. I just wanted him inside of me."You want this black dick, don't you, you little white slut?" Yes! Yes! God, fuck me, daddy," I begged. I was on the bed on my hands and knees now, with Tyrell standing behind me. Before I even realized his dick was out of his pants, he. .. no, thirty wide eyed men, all painting me... or pretending to do so... or, maybe, it wasn't an art class but a photography club... well, that's what they called it but it was really a front that enabled a group of dirty old men to lure beautiful, innocent young girls and to get them to strip off. There would be no film in the cameras, of course, that was just an excuse... and after then men had all had a good look, they took it in turns to gang bang the poor, helpless females... Well, as you.