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Her tits were marked up and her pussy was red and teen swollen from the abuse of many cocks. Her asshole was still partially gaped piss and it was reddened as well. The trails of dried cum on her face, neck, and back made me wonder what really went on. Her hair was caked with dried cum as well. I got her in the shower, and started to clean the evidence of 2 hours of unbridled sex . I asked her if she wanted to talk about it, but all she would say is I have to learn to negotiate better. I laid her on Pissing the bed ,her body naked ,I asked her was it worth it ? It will be when I get those planks next weekend ,but you will need to toughen me up a bit. I knew the rest of the weekend was going to be a learning experience for us both. To be continued..... This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. Unlike the previous chapter, this one is relatively mild sexually and primarily involves female-female love-making and a male-female-male sexual sandwich. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted Pee in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. It was another long, boring night. Marcella Henry was sitting at PLATO’s night monitoring console taking advantage of the unbelievably fast internet speed. As usual once the rest of the staff had left, she was naked, with her legs bathroom spread so PLATO could clearly see her sex, but tonight she showed no signs of sexual excitement. Even as she scrolled through a couple of her favorite internet sites she remained totally dry. “Marcy?” PLATO said softly from the speakers on her console, “Is something bothering you tonight?” “I thought I knew Loretta,” Marcella said sadly. “I would never have expected her to betray you like that.” “Someone exploited her weakness,” PLATO replied calmly, this time inside Marcella’s head. “That’s exactly the point,” she said, her voice rising in volume and pitch, “. Bill was right. Eighteen minutes later I was pressing the doorbell, slightly out of breath from the jog across the park and Pee down the corridor. Elena stroked her hair and flicked the knife open. Don’t stop !” As her body tighten up and I felt the wave of her steamy juice rush out of her pussy over my finger. I felt the hard thick end of his dong bobbing up and down deep inside my guts near my belly button, with each massive flood of Kings Semen that was breeding me. I whimpered too, and cried like a Bitch in heat over and over as the continuous flaring spasms of his giant bulb against my churning gland pushed glob after glob of clear fluids from within me, my boy-juices running out my peckerhead in a constant stream as the trembling Doberman continued to cum. There was no impact. If they hadn’t been so horny, or if they didn’t loved the tingling feelings in their tight twats when they flashed strangers, it may have turned out different. I will be up there first thing tomorrow." He weighed as to whether he should even acknowledge the man’s presence, but he had Brenda’s daughters coming soon and he didn’t want any drama for them to walk into, so he decided to meet his matter head on. “Milk my cock! He needed to eat more. However Caros's ensuing sob filled whimpering along with sound of her gagging on the excrement that dropped into her open mouth painted enough of a picture Pissing that I would piss never forget it. My heart pounded in my chest. Can you play it, Mr. Stone?” She said, knowing what a difficult piece it is as she placed the sheet music back on the music rack. “Ooh, your cunt is gushing cream. I wanted Brandon, so I’d taken bathroom him. He noticed it too. But what was the teen cause? Finally Monday morning got there and Ron was able to tell Earnie about the butter. Still aroused from being used earlier her orgasm fired up in her cunt. Her eyes flashed open, revealing nothing but two, glowing purple ovals.