By the way, this a true story and I did change the names to protect the guilty SOB that could not keep it in pants!Vicki and I decided that it best to...get some revenge by way of getting laid, a couple of one night stands with maybe some photos of a strange dick stuck in my pussy. We got all dolled up in some "fuck me" clothes and hit the night clubs. We went to several and had no luck. All we could attract were some John Madden looking dorks that would not be worthy of our hot little pussies.. I'll provide everything. All you'll need is some flat bottom sneakers, sun block and sun glasses." I guess so ... OK, I'd love to! But what should I wear?" She felt more positive again."Well, it will be cool in the morning and warm in the afternoon, so wear layered clothing, you know, t-shirt, sweat shirt, jacket. No tight clothing in case you go for a swim. I'll look after the safety gear."Oh ... and one other thing. I don't mean to be too personal, but if you have a sport-bra, wear it. If you. So, we came up with a plan. Finding out she was an entomologist helped as I have always had an interest in formicophilia. So, the locusts, they were real, and felt amazing. The bullet ants, however, never came to my pussy. A rouse. Now, you, of course, got everything.”He whimpered.“Oh Ted, don’t worry, it will be okay…Well, not really. They did a number on your cock.”He looked down. His cock was completely destroyed. Holes everywhere. Some burrowed all the way through. The head of his penis was. Marlene moved first. She raised herself up on one elbow and looked across Stacey at Carlotta, a big smile on her face. ‘Did you like watching?’ she asked. ‘Yes!’ Carlotta replied hotly. ‘But I think I’d like doing it better!’ ‘Well,’ Stacey said as he rolled onto his back. ‘You’ll have to do it without me. I’m not sure I can do it again for a while.’ ‘Then you’ll have to watch,’ Marlene said. ‘Move over,’ she told the young man, and he slid to the edge of the bed and propped himself up with.