During all this, the other guys were standing around a little stunned, not sure what to do. Once I was done, though, they were presented with an irre...sistible picture: a beautiful girl, tied helplessly in a position that offered convenient access to her pussy, her asshole, and even, with a little maneuvering, her mouth.“OK, here’s what we’re going to do,” I said to the group. “We’re each going to take turns fucking her – pussy or asshole, your choice.” As I said this, I was watching Lisa’s. .”“Yup, after all he was the one who issued the dare.”“How could you?”“How could I? Good question. It certainly wasn’t easy, let me tell you. For one thing it’s much harder to concentrate when you’re squatting over someone.”“Ewe! Let’s change the subject,” Marcie, suddenly finding herself more squeamish than she thought she’d be said quietly while glancing furtively about to see if anyone was within listening distance.“Yes, well, we’ll play dirty indoors then. Okay?”“Yes, that’s much better.. .. Jennifer’s eyes rolled back in her head and she grunted with a wide open mouth as another unbidden orgasm tore through her body. She didn’t have the energy to scream anymore, neither from distress nor pleasure, and had long since given up fighting against them. No more tears flowed from her eyes, the last of them now merely dried tracks down her cheeks. The tentacles of black slime were relentless, never even slowing their assault on her body. The ones continuously fucking her pussy and ass. " What else could it be?" remarked Lynx, the oldest man in their company whose beard was as bushy as his head was bald."It could be a forest fire," warned Gorse, a woman of intermediate years. "I saw one once when I was but a child. It was fearsome and destructive, even though our village feasted for many days on the flesh of the aurochs and boar that had perished in the flames." It can only be friendly fire," said Lynx. "See how many plumes there are. A forest fire is one great black cloud of.