"You like this don't you cunt."I shake my head vigorously.The other stranger is talking to the new one. They are pointing at you. I push the knife aga...nst your pussy hard. "Keep rubbing against my cock. Is you pussy wet?"Oh god, oh god, what have I got myself into... "yes, my pussy is very wet."They watch as you fuck back against my cock. They must think you are a real slutThe fear and the heat between my legs make me want to cry.I pull the knife up against your bra, the sharp blade slicing. I was amazed at how many times we were now having sex, compared to prior to our holiday. Not only that but it seemed that Jenny was now quite often being the first one to bring up the various ‘kinky’ scenarios in bed. She quite happily, ‘re-played’ the scene (from memory?) where the Scottish pub landlord had watched her masturbating on CCTV in his beer garden. (This was despite the fact it had never actually happened, but Jen still didn’t know that.) A firm favourite was her teasing that young. I knew this would be a long day as the anticipation of what was to happen later this afternoon started to build in my tired brain. Last night had been the first time Karen and I had any type of sexual contact after being best friends for years. I was traveling at light speed in my head but I just knew that the day would move like cold molasses. After a quick shower and a bowl of hot oatmeal, I felt almost human and I headed out the door for my old Ford and the short drive to school. I climbed. I reached up and grabbed his smooth bubble ass as I slapped it, telling him to use me. "Fuck it... fuck that cock you fucking slut... fuck that ass... ride me.." breathing hard and moaning, he squatted and bounced up and down on my cock. Slamming down all the way down and then going back all the way up. My cock slipping out but easily going back in his ass. Thrusting his hips with my cock in his ass as he rode me. Sitting back down on me as I held onto him and started pounding him while he.