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Gangbanged In The Country

... Becky had forgotten their audience. The boy beside her on the bed had an erection. The young man standing on the other side of the bed still had his enormous prick jutting up over his flat belly. The mature man lay beside her on the bed, looked at her and smiled. Obviously both he and the boy intended to remain close to the action. The young man moved to kneel between her legs. Becky could feel the spunk running out of her cunt into the crack of her arse. She could feel that her labia were fat and swollen, her gash open and almost vulnerable. The young man dipped the mighty helmet into her cleft, and slid the fat shaft along her open groove, soaked briefly in the copious wetness and heat. He lifted her luscious long legs high in the air and rested them against his chest. His knob probed her pussy until it pierced the entrance to her cunt. It stretched her. The sensation was not unpleasant. He applied gentle but firm pressure. Her muscle opened to accommodate his girth. The juiciness of her twat helped. He slowly slid inside her, stretching and opening her cunt wider than ever before. Soon his massive member was buried to the hilt inside her. His knob probed her cervix. His balls rested in her gash. His huge thickness and length completely filled and impaled her. It felt oh so good. Out, out it came until just the swollen helmet rested inside her. In, in, in it went, and grazed over that hidden spot deep with her. Her body shivered and goose bumped with its enormity and ...

... strength and power. Yet he was considerate and gentle. There was no pain, only pleasure. Together they built the rhythm of their fuck as Becky’s cunt adjusted itself to his enormous size. She used her muscles to clasp his cock, milk it each time he drew it out of her depths. She luxuriated in the rasp of his knob over her sweet spot, enjoyed the way his inwards movements bent her clitoris forward against his massive sliding shaft. It became too much for her. She lost control. Her body writhed on the bed. She orgasmed around his penetrating prick. Yet still he fucked her, now more fiercely, harder, faster, deeper. Her body soon shivered and shook, gyrating on the bed, swamped by the strength of her peaking pleasure. She wailed as she writhed. The young man’s mighty meat responded. It swelled deep in her cunt. It jumped, it pumped, it poured his load of spurting spunk into her, washed her walls with hot blasts of cum. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle on the bed. It was some time before either of them considered moving. As she lay there a wicked thought entered Becky’s mind, that she should stir herself and try and wrest some initiative away from the older man, take some semblance of control over her situation with them. It was, after all, her belly where the fires still burned. Becky raised herself onto her hands and knees and knelt over the mature man. She looked at the boy and his sweet erection. “Fuck me from behind,” she commanded him. She ran her wet tongue along the underside ...