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No mistake this time, there were people in the park and she headed away from them. If only she had been able to come. She would have been able to go home then, and maybe this would be one of the nights when the three didn’t find her. She stopped by a tree, placing her palm against the rough bark. Rough bark. Her coat was still open and she pressed her front against the tree, rubbing her breasts against it, pushing her crotch against the bark. That’s where they found her, the three, The Big Tits Old MILF Woman, The Boy, and The Girl. By that time she had lost her coat and they found her totally naked, mindlessly masturbating against anything she could find. The Old Woman pulled her away from a fence and slapped her lightly, then a bit harder, just hard enough to wake her from her trance. The Old Woman pointed at The Boy, who was also naked. No words were spoken. There never were any words spoken. She knew what to do. There weren’t any names either. She suspected that The Old Woman knew her name but had no idea if the others did, and she didn’t care. She approached The Boy, and knelt. She could see The Girl, also naked of course, standing silently behind The Boy. She didn’t know their names and didn’t need to. She didn’t know their ages either, but thought The Boy was at least twenty-one or twenty-two by now and the Girl maybe a bit younger, eighteen or nineteen. She didn’t even remember when she had first seen them. It seemed like Fucking Machines this was the way things always had been for her. The Boy was already hard, his thin but long, slightly curved penis ready. He was always hard. She used to wonder if The Old Woman drugged him, now she didn’t. She didn’t know what her job really was, since he was already hard, but she knew she had to take him in her mouth. Maybe to lubricate him, though The Girl always seemed ready. But she didn’t have to know the whos or the whys, since it was The Old Woman who orchestrated everything. Soon The Boy was starting to thrust into her mouth and she wanted to keep him there, wanted to taste his cum, but The Old Woman wouldn’t allow it. To confirm this, she felt him jerk and pull out of her mouth even as she heard the slap of The Old Woman’s hand on his ass. The Girl didn’t need to be told anything either, instantly dropping down on all fours, not on her hands and knees, but on her hands and feet, legs spread wide. The Boy moved around behind The Girl. They were waiting for her. She lay down on her back on the cold ground under The Girl, looking up at the dark brown curls covering The Girl’s pussy. She didn’t even wonder why The Girl was allowed pubic hair and she wasn’t. She was beyond questioning such things. As soon as she was in position The Boy moved forward, grabbing The Girl by the hips. The Old Woman clapped her hands, the signal. The Boy carefully felt with the tip of his cock for a little bit, then thrust forward quickly and hard. He was in her! Oh! The Boy was in The Girl! The Boy kept a tight grip on The Girl’s hips, not so much thrusting into The Girl, not fucking her now as simply using her her pussy to masturbate himself, pulling her back and forth onto his cock again and again like one of those artificial vaginas. Sure her tits sagged some but they were small , she still MILF had a nice figure and a pretty face . They lived to protect their kin, as they saw other trees. I took another step back. “I don’t-” My cock ached and throbbed. "Good…" responded the light, "He seems capable. Bill went upstairs to sleep while the sister sat, Kay asked Sherry “do you think my sister in law could get fucked by the guys, she really need cock. As I walked out to my car I said to myself, “Oh… Oh my gods…” she laughed a little, biting her lip as she drew her tip out of his pursed lips, a soft pop sounding out Fucking Machines as she moved up, resting her thick semi-hard cock across his face, pressing her balls to his mouth with he obligingly kept open, tongue working over the smooth sack, weighing and tasting each heavy nut, “You’re such a good little slut aren’t you? “Thank you daddy for paying for the O-Shot.” I thought. He had 3 hours to kill and figured he might have been able to work a quickie in with Angela during that time. The last time she’d left the house without underwear on she’d accidentally given some local delinquents a peek under her dress and drawn some unwanted attention until Trevor intervened. And the grand finale was sublime. “Mom!” I moaned. She could feel his balls smack against her pussy and enjoyed the sounds of their naked bodies colliding in sexual bliss. I was a goddess on a perverse throne of men, the subject of adoration, the object of worship. Curt eased his prick in and out of my ass, gradually picking up Big Tits speed and I not only felt filled up by him, but I felt fulfilled as a woman and a sexual being. "Ladies," said a familiar voice. “Not now Brian, traffic is heavy and is coming to a stop” Sara whispered with a smile. “I bet she would want to do something like this with you. I started to ride him. The three of us sat on the floor in a triangle. She had her legs spread with one draped over the arm of her chair. “Yes, makes our work easier,” was the quick reply he got. Pulling off her leotard and tights left her only in her sports bra, like usual lately she had no panties. It made him strain against his unforgiving restraints as intensely as torture had. I grabbed the last item, the leather strap.