They did not think of his pleasure, only what his body could do for them, needing it more and more, hard lines defining their bodies. The snorting mas...ses of the stallions overwhelmed Beau as he moaned out loud into the grey horse’s muzzle, tongues tangling, though there was no question who was the dominant party in the kiss. Even as he played his part in filling the deer’s slut-hole, he forced Beau’s head back in the kiss, moaning into his mouth.He was there for them, a hole to be fucked and. "No one can ride Mòr Dubh. He will let no one near him," I was told.Instead a much smaller beast was identified for me. Some of the hunters watched me closely as I mounted, no doubt curious about my riding skill (or lack of it). What they saw must have satisfied them that I would at least manage to stay on the horse's back.A brisk ride brought us to a small watering hole on the edge of a forest. There were tracks leading to and from the water's edge, indicating that game drank here. The leader. Even though I was 12 we both knew that he would be fucking me where ever and whenever he said.That's when he lifted me up and turned me round, he lifted my dress and yanked down my panties. My hard cock was free and dribbling pre cum and he slapped my arse and I let out a scream Andean to let him know I liked it. He pulled my arse cheeks apart, noticed I was already lubed from my earlier fingering and just spat on my arsehole. He then stood up and just pumped his cock straight up my arse. Shit. "It's not actuallythat hard, is it?" he commented."Oh, really?" Mandy challenged. "You can be in charge next time, then." Alright," Peter accepted the challenge, playing it cool, but inwardlyexcited at the mention of "next time"."Just one glass each," Teresa said, suddenly appearing with two glasses ofsauterne."Oh, thanks! You have one with us, Teresa," Mandy insisted. Teresa fetcheda glass and drew up a chair."How were the souffl?s?" she asked."Near perfect," Mandy answered. "Peter did half.