I spread my arse cheeks and he pushed harder. He moved further up a little and it felt as though he was reaching for my heart. It was a...esome. He did this very slowly, for several minutes and I was reduced to burying my face into one of the sofa-cushions and howling. As he hit rock bottom and held tight for a few seconds. All I could was groan huskily into the sodden pillow. I would suffer his intrusion into my nether regions hopping desperately I could take it all, but when he. "Yeeeooowww!"Again and again and again."Oooooaaaagggghhhh!" she bellowed and her tears ran down her face. She heardKyla giggle and she gritted her teeth knowing she was having a good look at herthrashed bottom.The belt snaked through the air whistling all the way to smack and curl harder thanever and Jodi let out a long piercing scream and to her shame she found her cuntwas opening up and a thin stream of golden piss streamed out of her."You dirty, good for nothing, cock-sucking little whore,". After they finished, my ass just felt really warm. Harry declared that it was time for the games to begin. Everyone took their places in front of their chairs, and I could hear beer bottles twisting open as Harry explained the first party game to everyone: The first game was called “Twenty Strokes”. The goal was to be the last one to cum. To begin, one man would penetrate my ass, while the player opposite him would fuck my mouth simultaneously. The two players at my sides could do. I felt something building toward a crescendo, and I knew I would soon feel another sweet, deeply satisfying orgasm.I trembled and moaned as shivers racked my body. I whimpered, and still the river of sensation continued, not a male cataract but a female ocean of pleasure. And me, little Amy, lost at sea. "Oh, stop!" I ordered myself. But it didn't stop, and I still couldn't stop.In another moment, pleasure would become pain, I felt sure. How could it just go on and on like this? I finally.