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I
don't know how many guys came into me, but very quickly, the bed under
me was getting soaked with their sperm, which kept rolling out of
me. In addition, I have to confess that I was worked up myself. I
had never been fucked so thoroughly before, and my own juices were
pouring out of me, joining theirs on the bed.
This bewildering succession of guys fucking me seemed to go on forever, but finally they got to the last guy. He seemed to come from the back of the mob, as if he had been holding back. The others were laughing and pushing him forward, and he was the only one, apart from the first two guys, whose name I learned. |
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went silent, spread my legs, and Arthur came over me. I felt the huge
head of his cock press against my entrance. He pushed, and nothing
happened. He tried again and still he couldn't get in. Then he put
his hands under my shoulders and gave a tremendous heave. I screamed
as he broke through, and then he was thrusting to the full depth of
my vagina and trying to press even further. He broke through.
To
that point, I had experienced fear and pain, but suddenly I began
to change. Quite why this change took place I'm not sure, but I
recall telling myself this was a new sexual experience, and one
I might never have again. I found myself surrendering to him, then
crying out, "Oh, yes, yes. Give it all to me. Fuck me to death,
but don't stop. Please, don't stop." He didn't stop, at least,
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As
he fountained a massive dose of sperm into me, I had the mightiest
orgasm I had ever had. I howled and wept. I tore at his back with
my nails. I begged and pleaded for more.Then
it was over. The mob started to leave the room, but Arthur stayed
for a moment, looking down at me thoughtfully. Then he turned and
followed the others.The
guy who owned the house remained. He said. "Get dressed and make
it snappy, or you'll go out as you are."
I dressed hurriedly and he pushed me to the front door and opened it. "Clear off, slut, he snarled. And keep your mouth shut or something nasty could happen to you."I staggered out into the night, bruised and scratched, still dribbling sperm out of my vagina. When
I got home, my parents were still slumped in front of the TV. If
they heard me, come in they gave no sign, so absorbed were they
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