It was a small fishing village on the coast, probably 8,000 inhabitants. It had some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It was an old town, ...very old, and rumor had it that the vikings had used it as one of their major ports and brought all of their beautiful hostages there from all over Europe. After copulating with them they created a whole town full of beautiful people.Currently, all of the men seemed to be gone. After asking around I learned that the majority of the men had gone on. Fuck me. Fuck my ass."He started pumping harder, banging into me as I grabbed the comforter and held on, trying to not get knocked off my feet as his cock shoved deep inside me, over and over, and it hurt he was so rough I thought about begging him to stop, to stop fucking my ass, but it also felt so good to be giving such pleasure, to be taking a man's hard cock deep inside my depths, and he started pumping faster, his belly slapping against my cheeks, my cock drooling cum from being so turned. Christine walked to my desk, picked up a camera and walked to the other window. I shoved Francine's head out the window and dangled her from bent knees. Christine took half a minute of video before Sheila called a halt. As I set Francine back on her feet, Sheila asked Christine if Gerald had been recording. Check.It takes a lot to get Francine Martel speechless, but we managed. Once she stopped sputtering, she looked at the three of us, waiting expectantly. Three times she opened her mouth, but. Courtney stood up and did a handstand. Her skirt flew up, allowing Mr. Hardown to have a great view of her ass and delicious pussy. Mr. Hardown grabbed her legs with both hands, held her steady, lowered his head, and sucked on her pussy. She moaned as his tongue moved all over her moist pussy. In addition to using his tongue, he rubbed his fingers all over Courtney's twat, taking great care to properly stroke her clitoris. Courtney screamed as she came in Mr. Hardown's mouth. “Put it in.”.