Mr Fawkes trudged into the room at amoderate pace. He was wearing a pair of small training shorts and a sportsjacket zipped up to the top. His cock co...uld be seen bobbing up and down in hisshorts, and underneath his balls swayed with his motion of walking. Thetightness of the shorts enticed the size of his cock and predominantly showedthe sheer size of it. He knew for very well that all the boys could see this,and it was his mark of power. The message sent out through this body languagewas . I suggested to Nicolette that perhaps her and her best friend at the time should perhaps hit the town together. Now I’m certainly sure not too many husbands would approve of their wives hitting the town with 5,000 randy sailors about who spent round 3 months at sea and especially with a girl like Lynda (read chapter 1) who would be interested in dropping her panties at any opportunity that presented itself, not a good idea unless you wanted your wife fucked.I told Nicolette she should hit. It felt wrong somehow at first, shameful, getting pleasure from this inhuman creature, but very quickly I just didn't care anymore. By the time it was all the way filled I was already encouraging him with the sluttiest language I could think of in between moans. Yelling out for him to fuck me harder and all that. I don't think I needed to ask, he started ramming my pussy so hard my body shook. I knew what was coming next of course, and I was so eager for it that as soon as I felt a tentacle. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! AAAAGGGGFFFFHHHHHHHH!!!"Pre-cum poured from her tip, providing at least some mild form oflubrication as inch after inch of her humongous cum pipe tunneled intohis warm, fleshy walls. Elizabeth seized his hips with an iron grip asshe guided her bulging missile of flesh into his moist depths."Nnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh... OH FUCK!!! YES!!!"Claiming a virgin ass was the best feeling in the world to Elizabethnow. She wanted it every day. No, every hour! She would get her.