It was just rough enough to be thrilling. "Say it, Stevie. Tell me what a slut you are. Tell me how much you want to be fucked. Tell me how much you n...eed it." Yes," I gasped out, nodding furiously. "Yes, I'm a slut." And you want it."I nodded."Say it, Stevie." I want it." Say you need it."Another nod. "Yes. I need it." Need what?" To... to be.. f-fucked," I stammered. "I need to be fucked." You heard him boys," he said as Jeff shoved his cock back into my waiting mouth. "Let's fuck him like the. She crossed a stone bridge, climbed a hill to a large grassy clearing. The first thing she saw was a large cottage with a smoking chimney sticking out of a thatched roof. Then she saw the source of the sound she followed. Off to one side of the clearing a group of small men was dancing, in a circle, around a very young woman. She had long red hair and danced with them. As she danced, she flipped her very short skirt up and down exposing her tight smooth ass and shaven pussy. She giggled. Giving him an idea of what he was in for. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him. His heart was pounding and he had been rock hard from the second we entered the camper. He led me to the bed.He wasted no time stripping my soaked panties off and briefly taking a quick sniff of them to take in the aroma of my swollen, throbbing sweet spot. He kissed me several more times and managed his way down licking my body until his head arrived right where I needed it to be. He commented about how wet it. When it became completely dark, he switched on the balcony light and read for a little longer before deciding he needed somesleep. He left the balcony door open to enjoy the fresh air, and within minutes of climbing under the blanket, he was fast sleep. Cyrus woke up around 6:30 the next morning, with a cool breeze flowing in through the open door. After several minutes, he managed to pull himself out from under the warm blanket to take a shower and get ready for the day ahead. At breakfast,.