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Coming from the small room in the bas.e.m.e.nt, the laughter of the vulgar men resounds to the outside of the partially ruined mansion. Everyone applauds the partic.i.p.ants in the game they name among themselves, (The first who squirts, loses.)
With Rhea in the centre, her two little maids on her sides, and three men behind them, the spectators take bets on who will be the one fill a p.u.s.s.y with his sperm.
c.o.c.ks in hand, some of the spectators, not very patient, move forward and also wanting to be part of the game, the rascals stick their c.o.c.ks in the mouths of the girls whose p.u.s.s.ies, which have been receiving d.i.c.ks for almost three hours, keep letting a complex mixture, composed of cyprine and sperm, flow.
Listening to the adorable moans of pleasure from the three pretty girls who are constantly having their wombs painted and watching his men having a great evening, the chief of the bandits, smilles. Reveling in the sight of the two enormous t.i.ts that he can handle without even palpate them, he pulls on the little rope that he has tied to the milk-swollen nipples of the blonde beauty.
When his rope is tightened under his strength, still as fascinated by the two monstrous b.r.e.a.s.t.s that swing back and forth of the b.i.t.c.h with a face covered in s.e.m.e.n, ma.s.ses of ma.s.ses of flesh stop their wide movements. Very excited to be the new master of such beauty with such a body, by his will alone, seeing the two giant b.r.e.a.s.t.s stretch forward, the chief of the bandits gives a new small blow on his rope.
As an expert himself and for comparison, the bandit leader is clear. He, who has tested the three little p.u.s.s.ies, can draw this conclusion. Admittedly, forcing his big limb into the two minuscule holes of the maids caused him a rapid rise in sperm, however, once he put his d.i.c.k in the bottom of their uterus, the initial surprise had pa.s.sed, the pleasure was finally not so great.
Small a.s.ses, small thighs, small t.i.ts, these eighteen-year-old girls have everything small. According to his experience, they must belong to one of those western tribes where women don"t age until they are forty.
As he watches the little maids struggling to suck the six c.o.c.ks that his men have just stuck in front of their lips, he recalls that this kind of women/teenagers were very fas.h.i.+onable when he was just a virgin.
The n.o.bles, rich merchants and bourgeois went so far as spend all their savings to acquire these little immature beauties.
At that time, those sweet little p.u.s.s.ies that squeezed their d.i.c.ks, so much that the weakest among the men, spat their sperm as soon as they crossed the l.a.b.i.a majora of this pretty girls. These overpriced slaves was part of the obligatory luxury products that every rich man had to possess.
Suddenly, his face darkens as he thought of the one who took his virginity from him. His father introduced her to him as the daughter of a friend. He was only 15 years old at the time, and when he saw this beautiful teenage girl with her a.s.s waddling around, his heart immediately wavered.
A little shy and unsure of himself, the first time he lowered her panties, he inserted two fingers into her slimy p.u.s.s.y, yet he didn"t dare penetrate her and finally, one evening, while everyone was asleep, he stuffed her a.s.s in the stable. His c.o.c.k having tasted the warm and humid female entrails, the next morning he rushed to her room, threw the teenage girl"s blankets away and dryly, he penetrated her narrow v.a.g.i.n.a.
It wasn"t glorious, for before he even got half of his s.e.x between the beautiful girl"s thighs, he felt his mind empty, fell backwards and propelled streams of sperm into her blankets.
For the young boy, life was sweet. Every day, until his b.a.l.l.s turned blue, he was constantly f.u.c.king the teenage girl, and then he fell in love with her a.s.s, her p.u.s.s.y and her mouth, which kept emptying his little seed bags. But this happiness came to an abrupt end when, by chance, he learned that his father had tricked him.
He had done it for his own good. So that he could grow up, but he felt cheated by the little b.i.t.c.h. That day, under the pretext of stuffing her p.u.s.s.y under a tree, he took his little wh.o.r.e by her little hand, brought her near the pond, and drowned her.
With a heavy heart, he watched for a long time the 35-year-old woman floating in the water. Distraught, it was a teenager, sad, alone and with his c.o.c.k harder than ever, who walked away from this pond to which he never returned again.
To stop thinking about this incident that wounded his young heart, the leader of the bandits focuses his attention on the beautiful blonde who, despite the glans she"s pumping, manages to scream with pleasure.
Contrary to those micro-girls he only half appreciates, when his big c.o.c.k sticks into the slimy p.u.s.s.y of the tall blonde, he had the impression that his huge member was like being sucked into a bottomless hole. This delicious feeling, that this p.u.s.s.y, which was flooding him with jets of cyprine, was sucking his c.o.c.k continuously, lasted when he started to file the walls of her young v.a.g.i.n.a. With great strokes of his loins, he inserted his colossus between the l.a.b.i.a drooling majora of the young Baroness who screamed at each slap on the a.s.s he gave her.
When he squeezed her two huge t.i.ts together to stick her big wet nipples together and grasp them with two fingers, the s.l.u.t licked his fingers. Between going back and forth in that v.a.g.i.n.a neither too tight nor too wide and playing with the huge t.i.ts that they couldn"t leave in peace, he ended up pulling out his c.o.c.k and sent his long spurt of s.e.m.e.n on the face of the beautiful one who, was still hungry, opened her mouth to collect the few drops that she could pick up with her little tongue.
"Come over here, b.i.t.c.h."
Seeing that the young woman with the gigantic t.i.ts that move back and forth too absorbed by the c.o.c.k she sucks and the one she m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.es, doesn"t respond to his order, the chief of the bandits, pulls his rope with force.
The rope tightens, the monstrous b.r.e.a.s.t.s of the beautiful one that are pulled forward are deformed until they stretch out by a third and they rise up.
Subjected to this pleasure of being dominated by a man and adept of bondage, Rhea, who observes her two big nipples crushed by the small rope, unconsciously obeys her new master whose enormous d.i.c.k has managed to plunge into her uterus.
Spitting out the c.o.c.k she was greedily sucking, her l.a.b.i.a majora dripping incessantly on a ground soaked with her l.u.s.tful juice slips slowly against the c.o.c.k from which she is detaching herself, the young Baroness on her knees doesn"t hesitate to advance like a dog to the giant limb that this dominator is waving to lure her between his thighs.
The leader of the bandits points his limb forward. Taking pleasure in seeing this blonde beauty giving him little lickings on the tip of the glans, but still frustrated when his eyes land on the two little maids who are enjoying themselves, he makes his decision.
"My men! File their p.u.s.s.ies continuously. Use your fists, or use those strange objects placed on the shelves if you have to, but in two days time, when I"ll taste those two little b.i.t.c.hes again, I want to dive into larger holes that won"t squeeze my big c.o.c.k anymore. Starting tonight, you, my beautiful, will share the chef"s bed. Follow me and I"ll show you how a man must take care of a b.i.t.c.h like you."