I grinded my thighs together and thrashed on the grass like a beast, and Brock showered me with his lust, marking me as the filthy bitch I was. I savored the molten lust spattering my pristine flesh, a compatible sensation to the torrent that racked me within. When the feeling subsided, I looked cum up at Brock’s grinning face, my expression a portrait of slutty desire. I wasn’t satisfied yet, and neither was he. I crawled on all fours to him, my eyes fixated on his bulging erection, shining with my spit. He laid down on the grass and beckoned me forward. I climbed up his legs and squatted atop him, positioning the head of his hard cock to my gaping sphincter. I looked into his eyes, smiling deviously as I slowly took him in, biting my lip and savoring every inch he had to give. When I felt his balls pressing against my tailbone, I rose, then came down quicker than before, my asshole now fully trained for his cock. I worked my way up and down the orc’s shaft, my hands resting on his chest while I stared into his eyes, moans of pleasure escaping my lips as his girth stretched me. Oh, the pain and pleasure, mingling deep within my bowels, a deplorable concoction for a deplorable whore such as I, an anal slut who willingly rode the beast who raped her. I shuddered with each drive, big with each acceptance of my own violation, my own rape. I looked into Brock’s black eyes, and wondered in that moment of intimate self-defilement if I loved him. Such a brute, such a savage to show me so violently the pleasures of womanhood. Could I ever be satisfied by anything less than him? Could a fair-haired boy of my own kin ever give me such vile delights? I touched Brock’s face with loving fingers, staring passionately into his eyes. “Rape me, you fucking animal.” I whispered on his lips. Brock grinned, grabbed my hips, and spun me around. He stood up with his cock half way inside me before pushing me to my hands and knees. Then he thrusted harder than ever before, forcing an tits involuntary scream from doggystyle my mouth, then another, then another, each one more desperate than the last, each one born of the heinous pleasure wrought from my pummeled insides. Brock drew back his hand and sent a ferocious slap across my ass. I let out a squeal as my cheek rippled from the strike, sending a sweet sting deep into me. I purred and arched my back, enjoying Hardcore the residual bit of pain from the blow, my eyes looking lustfully back at the orc. “Oh, you little masochist.” Brock growled as he wrapped a strong hand around my throat, squeezing so tightly I could barely breathe. I loved it. Oh god, abuse me more! Brock fucked me so hard my body lurched forward with each thrust; soft fat rippling, hair flailing, toned muscles clenching beneath silky flesh, which reddened and glistened with exertion. He took his free hand and stuck four fingers into my dripping pussy. It pushed me over. My eyes rolled back, my tongue hung loose from my mouth, my mind lost focus in the heat of it. The feeling was rising within me again, burning into my depths, winding a cord of tension between my holes. I turned up the radio, listening to news of the weather. I shivered as my twin opened the louvered door of the closet. And now Sally found herself on the verge of "getting it on" with her best friend's husband, who just happened to be a true Adonis of a man. And I'm sure Sally was tingling all over with anticipation--that is, until Pete finally took his pants off, and removed his cum jockey shorts, to finally expose his package to all of us. There she was. She was getting angry at Josh and I could tell she wanted to go over to his house and Hardcore kick his ass after what he did to me. I tried my hardest to calm her down and keep her under control because she has a feisty temper. The big man was hammering the boy, ramming hard and fast and panting and sweating and calling the boy every demeaning name one could imagine. With his strong arms wrapped around her waist, Ehma was pulled into him again and again. “relax.” Chapter Thirteen – The Whisperer *”Yeah I do, It’s got a thing to it, it’s like a really bad name for a drag queen from the desert, but a really good one for a bad ass space chick from Tatooine.” Is that your big brother’s name?” “Of course,” Ashley giggled, not voicing her disappointment. "Ahhhh yeah boy. Tina, are you there?” She reached to the table, her hand came back with a passion fruit, the island variety were almost the length of a medium-sized cucumber but they were much fatter in big the middle, they had a thick but very soft and pliant rubbery skin. Tracy opened her eyes and looked into mine as she slowly licked each finger. I will not hate.” I glanced down the hallway we just came from. "Because…like you said we are a COUPLE. He ground his hips around and around; spreading her pussy wide and then drove his cock sideways, then back up, and then doggystyle back down. She tits threw back her head and arched her spine up towards them until they stabbed in unison, cold steel violating her young body in a great, bloody explosion before the screen went dark. Fathers, brothers, uncles, bosses etc. literally any male who knew her name. and then hurry back. Her chest ached, her head pounded. Then he pulled his shorts down and let his cock out.