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felt," someone said, then
laughed. I was rolled onto my side, facing the edge, my hair pulled
to get my mouth closer to a waiting cock. I managed to lean up on
my elbow in order to suck it, then made a strangled sound of
surprise around it when my leg was lifted and I was pulled closer
to the end.
    With my leg lifted up in the air that way, a cock
was shoved into my pussy. The angle was strange but rubbed all the
right places. My free hand found another cock. I tugged and pulled
at it, while hands rubbed my tits and ass. I was truly like the
pool table--an object the men were using for fun.
    And I loved it. Even though my mouth was
getting tired and my entire crotch felt a little abused from the
rough fucking, a part of me was drinking this in like water after
days in the desert.

    "Look at those titties bounce."
    I was being fucked and pulled against the man hard
enough that my tits were jiggling back and forth. Apparently, at
least one guy in the group really got off on bouncing tits--the
slapper. He slapped my tit a few times then pinched the nipple,
holding it while my breast jerked up and down with the force of the
man thrusting into me.
    The cock in my mouth twitched, and I fought to
swallow everything as he pulled my mouth down his cock, intent on
feeding it to me but good. The cock in my hand erupted then,
spraying over my forearm and waist. When they stepped away, the
slapper stepped up, his cock in his hand. I opened my mouth,
expecting him to shove it in, eager for him to do so, but he
put his hand on my chest and pushed me onto my back as much as
possible with the man fucking me holding me at an angle.
    That position made my tits bounce up and down even
more, which was apparently what he was after. He stroked himself
while he handled one tit and then the other. He wasn't rough, but
his kneading was firm as if he really wanted to feel every bit of
my flesh. As my tits bounced down, sometimes he'd slap upward at
the nipple. Then he'd pinch the nipple and twist it, holding it
tight while my titty still tried to bounce.
    Sometimes the slap and the pinch hurt enough that I
gasped or cried out. He clearly liked that, because he stroked
himself harder. He leaned over and sucked one tit into his mouth
while flicking my other nipple like he might flick a cigarette away
or flick someone on top of the head. He did it hard enough to hurt,
but the pain only made me hotter.
    I whimpered each time he flicked my hard nipple,
then shouted when he bit down on the nipple in his mouth just
enough to smart.
    "Fuck yeah," he groaned, pulling me to him, ready to
fuck my mouth. He kept toying with one tit, slapping and flicking
it, only stopping when he grabbed a handful of hair. He bucked
forward and shouted, coming hard, holding me in place to suck and
swallow what he gave me.
    The guy slapping his cock into me pulled me hard
against him, his fingers digging into my leg, shouting fuck,
fuck! as he came, leaving me on the brink of coming but not
quite there yet.
    "Get her on the floor," someone said. I was lifted
off the table to stand on wobbly legs.
    "What a sweet little slut," gravelly-voiced Lem
said. "Get on your hands and knees for a little more cock, baby."
Hands pushed me down until I was in that position, and more hands
were suddenly on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. Laughter rang
out behind me about my tight little hole looking so wet and
well-used.
    Someone rubbed my pussy, sliding his fingers up and
down. He never slid down quite far enough to really get my clit and
give me the stimulation I needed to get off.
    I waited on my hands and knees to see what they were
going to do, but those fingers just kept rubbing me. They didn't
dip inside, just slipped up and down. I started arching my back and
pushing up, hoping to get my clit in on the action. I arched and
rocked, trying to push my pussy up far enough to be able to come
that way.
    The fingers always stayed just a little too high for
me to get relief.
    "Look at her go,"