Footsteps crunched and a pair of boots appeared before his eyes. Blue trousers fell down around them a fat cock tumbled in front of his face.Mouth ope...ned and cock filled it. He gagged and drooled. Tears streaked his face. An 8-inch shaft filled each hole, slipping down throat and up rectum, trying to touch in the middle. The sweat of a 12-hour shift filled his nostrils and covered his tongue. The sound of deep kissing sounded above him."Let's switch," a voice said.The cocks left his body and he. "Oh, you would," she said and giggled. She knew she could have ended it then and there, but chose to lean forward and take him into her mouth. His hands moved down her sides, around her back and caressed her tight buttocks. Sucking hard, she whimpered softly, writhing against his exploring fingertips, pressing against his hand as he began to stroke her.She gathered as much saliva as possible and bathed his rock hard prick in it. Licking the underside of his massive cockhead and then sucking on. Crying, frantic, embarrassed, and yet happy she had escaped, she leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, said gracias, then started getting dressed. We made it to the highway, I looked at her and asked if she wanted to go to the police. She shook her head no and began to shake in terror. "Not, legal," she said bluntly. Somewhere, I had heard of a woman's shelter, so I got on the 2-way and asked dispatch where that would be. It took a little convincing, but she agreed to go there. I stopped at. After a couple of hours, we finally headed for the house—we were all exhausted. As me and the twins pile into the jeep, Dustin says he's riding with Parker. Wow, I thought, that's odd. Maybe they planed some kind of ritual or something before the game. I guess it was kewl. We all arrive back at my moms house, and headed downstairs to my old room, grabbing some beers along the way. Dustin rolls up a joint, and after a couple of strong pulls, hands it off to Parker. Now Im thinking, what the fuck.