As I was in the by then all too familiar zone where pleasure triumphed over pain, I was rocking my tiny ass back against the fat man, who was continuing to sex me up in a steady rhythm. Daddy called for George to reach around and wank my willy off while fucking me from behind. Not that I had the presence of mind to have many concerns at that point, but if there was one, then it was that I still felt very aware about the size of my pitched boyhood compared to their hard manhoods. All of them were several times my Babes size physically - and that difference was also very much exhibited when it came to what was between our legs. They didn’t seem to care about that thought, and in the grand scheme of things it came second hand to the overpowering feelings of arousal and pleasure. I had learned about the word slut and what that meant, and that’s how I felt. Turns out, I liked feeling that way. I liked being randy and lustful, and I liked that pussy licking these men liked that. Therefore, when George started grasping onto my willy while he hammered his own, sizeable one in my little ass, I delighted at not only how that felt, but also at the thought of how that must look like on the film my dad was happily recording. The same must have applied for George, because shortly after he started fondling my tiny junk, he started hollering “OH, O-H! Ooooooo-H!”. “Do it! Doo it!”, Daddy called out. With a howl, my daddy’s friend pushed hard into my tiny ass while pulling me towards him. His sounds of pleasure were reciprocated by my sounds of pain from getting utterly speared on his thick piece. His shaft was pulsating and throbbing as he pollinated my innards. Even more wetness and slickness confirmed that I had just taken his seed. For a long while, he held onto me and used my laboring bum to milk his load. In the afterglow of our sexual union’s apex, we were both collapsed, side-by-side, on the bed. I was spent. Both mentally and physically. Scooping my light body up, Daddy started to carry me out of the room. I saw that Diego, sitting indian in the reading chair, had pulled down his pants and had a hand on his curvy penis which was hard again. Daddy brought me into my own bedroom and laid me down on my bed. As my naked, tired body hit the soft sheets, the absence of semen on them seemed nice. I brought a lot of that stuff with me though, I suppose. While I relaxed on my stomach, Daddy was praising me at great length, and also apologized if it had been too intense. I hadn’t even been thinking about the fact that we were both naked. I did though, once he rolled on top of me, supporting himself on his arms, and started pushing his dick into me. As if by reflex, I started moving my sore derriere against it. Much like before, I didn’t even know if my willy had ever even become soft. In contrast to his own, and his friends’, earlier fucking of me, he was now being lovingly careful. She is entirely spellbound and is completely unaware of his presences. "Steph, Amy said she wanted to learn how to please a woman. Finally able to get at her exposed pussy, Bully immediately and excitedly began licking her exposed vaginal lips. you right now. To her right was a menu: I pulled pussy licking back from the kiss lightly. She said, let Al ride with me in the back seat and have Craig drive. True she wasn't free of Ares; she could feel more of herself than she had in many years. Her hips were ample and her butt was meaty as he would call it. However, a few minutes after getting their food, their conversation got much more interesting to me. Her lips slid down it, caressing my cock, making me shudder. Before we left I described a dress that had popped into my head; tight T shirt dress, spaghetti straps, skirt part very short, and with lots of cuts across the front, top to bottom. He was right, it hurts (since he's bigger than his son's), but after a while it's all pleasure. His cock erupted. Friday night I drive my truck up and park in the driveway. � Babes Mia looked at me and said its your turn now. So, as he was sitting on the couch watching another Mariner’s loss, she gathered up on his lap and kissed him on the face. The insistence that he needed “Him” was something of a surprising conundrum for Jacob. Barely any conversation was shared, barely any room to breathe, and the only thing I could recognize from my world present at that party were the bowls of chips and other party food. With a look of insatiable lust in the horned man's face, he continued to speak, "You resist now, but soon you shall serve Djall. Have a seat.” She looked up at me, she wasn’t crying indian but she looked as though she had been. Leann had fucked us all, including her own mother. I've taught them how to read and write, we go on walks whenever we can, and they each have their own hobbies that I help them with.