his hands were gang bang like a vice, crushing me. His cock like a sword, impaling me. Then the explosion. Deeper and deeper he penetrated as he came, harder and harder, and I felt like a leaf blown in the wind. I shuddered, the pain receding. I trembled, my bladder no longer able to hold its contents, piss gushed out, mixing with his semen and my own cum. I trembled, and whimpered, and died. I opened my eyes. The Second Man was there, watching me. I could see in his indian eyes he would have offered help if he could, but none could touch me while I was in communion. I had fallen off the chair, crumpled in the corner in a pool of my own piss and excrement. "Love me." I whispered. The Second Man nodded and approached the bed. I could feel her ghost shift. She was rootless now that I had experienced--and accepted the burden of her death. She was a blank slate, ready for her final experience. Like all dead, she gravitated towards her once mortal remains, and as the Second Man composed her body on the bed I could feel her settle once more. His touch was as gentle as a lover's as he lifted her/me up and removed the torn and stained night gown. He plucked a sponge from a nearby bowl of warm water, and starting with her face, he began to bath her. Gentle fingers played down my cheeks, wiping away cum stains, and dry tears. My tongue, swollen and purple from her strangulation protruded from between crimson lips. Gently he opened our mouth and kissed it, taking its swollen grossness into his nown mouth, and somehow making it seem less onerous in the doing. Again, with infinite care, he cleaned the dried semen from my mouth and pushed the tongue back inside, planting a passionate kiss on her lips one last time. As he continued down her body with the sponge, he fondled and suckled my breasts--not the crude crushing of the rapist, but a touch so light and gentle I gasped and tingled with the delight of it. The warm wetness once again touched my cunt, but now not a rapist's seed or my own urine, but the gentle bath of this man--my last lover. I fishnet luxuriated in it, my desire rising, my blood pounding. This was lovemaking. Then his tongue touched my clit and I exploded. My mind shattered by the orgasm I could only lay limply as he gathered me in his arms and gently entered me. His every thrust elicted moans from my dead lips and I wished I could have held him with the same tenderness he held my corpse. Alas, she/I was dead, and beyond sensual movement, but not beyond sensuousness. Again and again he penetrated me, slowly but strongly, and again and again waves of pleasure washed over me, until exhausted, I found myself again curled in the corner. She was gone, her ghost laid to rest. The Second Man lay panting atop her corpse, his semen leaking from her dead cunt, his love having sent her home. Trembling I stood, my tights wet and sticky. I stumbled from the dead woman's bedroom, knowing only two things. First I needed a long hot shower. Then I needed a long hard fuck. “Good,” I groaned, thrusting harder. After I created that monster Trianas, I felt I couldn't go home 'til that was corrected." “God that was so amazing gang bang baby.” I said while my body shook while I left my toy in me. “You two take care of each other now. At the same time her body jerks in pleasure, releasing her own bursts of climatic naughty juices all over his cock. All I said to myself… “there’s a theme here Steve… you’ve got this.” Katie looks at me and smiled, I return the favor with an equally genuine smile. “What’s daddy doing to his little girl?” I uttered as I rolled her pigtails around my hands, like grasping rope. "Do you know what happened to me after you moved out of the house?" His cock quickly returned to a full-on steel hard erection. The spasms folded her up in the chair with her knees near her head and her toes curled on the edge of the seat. I had to sleep in the other twin bed upstairs, in David’s bedroom. “I’m gonna come!” his voice sputtered. Why?" I said to the next man that asked me to dance. “I’m sorry,” she says. I went back down with the towel and wiped around Mom’s pussy. But just in case, I am Jenny, the “old lady” of the group at 54 although I can definitely still hang with the younger crowd. “Mmm, I bet they were,” purred Jordan, her hand stroking my dick, making me ache. “And for you,” addressing the rabble, “After such an amazing show of support and sportsmanship far beyond what the sponsors and I couldn’t have asked, drinks are on the house tonight!” he called out before disappearing into the crowd. She told him, he kissed her, they were all gone. Again, I don’t know what it is. Maybe I just stopped looking at her like my daughter. I always felt that I was small in those days, and after all I was only just about ten when we moved there. “Ehhh,” Trini sighs. The money would be good but Sue showing off was sure to keep her horny for his cock and he was sure he would get to see more of his hot neighbor Dani. What happened?” You do know that, right?” Amanda said, her face looked a little sad. We were too tired to indian cook, so we fishnet reheated a thick soup. I told him every time he hit bottom it hurt a little but if he hit it too hard, it would hurt a lot and that would lessen my pleasure substantially. As he did so, I picked over his shorts, partly to check that there were no bits of Man-o’-War left on them but also to go through his pockets. The light, quiet footsteps of a girl... I heard my wife moaning twice, the TV version sounding tinnier, but still full of her throaty passion as she pleased her lover and me. James replied awkwardly, casting his gaze sideways checking to see if anyone was staring at him. I’m almost sad you’re gone purely because you don’t get to see what you’ve done to your own sister.