“Ouch!” I yelled. Peter then pulled my hair back and fucked me harder. “You fucking slut! Take my cock deep.” I started to cry. This was not a... fun as it was starting out. “If you don’t stop crying we’re going to fuck your ass sooner that we want to, and without lube.” Peter said. “You’re just too rough with me that’s all.” I told them. “Well this night is for us. Not you! You fucking slut.” Peter said forcing his tongue into my mouth. He then licked my cheek. “Mmm. Salty tears.” Peter said. I. Mrs. S?”“Wow! No bra and no panties! What have you been up to tonight, Mrs. S?” It was Tim.Lisa felt her face burn even redder. Seems their efforts had caused her skirt to rise up to where they could see a well-trimmed patch of dark blonde hair above her otherwise shaved pussy.Tim and Steve sniggered, as Lisa sat there with her eyes closed, too embarrassed and maybe too drunk to offer any further resistance. Either way, her wet blouse was soon off. More to the night than the teens, she murmured. His eyes traveled down her body he noted her C-cup breasts, small waist and shapely hips he could find himself already imagining what he could do with her.And she didn't make it easy on the man. Nearly every time Troy called her over she was dressed for the heavy summertime weather. Usually he drooled over her low-cut tank tops and shorts, or else he'd find her in a short sundress. The worst by far had to be the night she had come over in a white collared shirt and plaid skirt. Troy remembered. He then lay on her n got between the legs pushing the cock deep inside in one single thrust which made moan more loudly n lift her legs upwards pointing to the sky. He started banging her and was slowly quickening his pace and she was thrusting herself to meet his thrust, matching it one by one stroke 4 stroke. This continued for about 5mts or so and she shuddered, rested her legs on his shoulders. After a few more pistons like actions he too quickened his pace and released his load in to her.