How Can I Not?

I moan softly, turning my head to one side enough to see his face, doing my best not to act too excited. I managed to make it all of the seconds before nodding, and since the ballgag was still solid in my mouth, a point he seemed to be in no hurry to change, anything I would say would simply come out as mush-mouth. Not that it stopped me from typing; Most notable, when he shot me a quizzical look back, "Mmmmmuuughh, mummmMMuuugh!" I cried, half moaning through the ballgag, my need for him to know I agreed overrighting my ability to reason.

I felt his hand brush over my shaved mound, and I moaned loudly in reply, I felt an orgasm rip through me as my own fluids, plus possibly something that had been left in me, ran down my right leg. He chuckled then, clearly enjoying making me beg for it. A point not lost on his son, Matt, or any of his friends.

After a bit more poking and prodding, he stopped, standing up and moving to stand behind me. I heard his zipper open then, but unlike Matt or his buddies, he did not rush to rub himself upon me. Instead, I felt his arms grasp ahold of me around my upper legs, near my hips. As if I was a light paperweight, he casually lifted me up, stopping once I reached about waist level. I could hear them all, cheering and laughing as they watched it play out, clearly enthralled by the sight.

I moaned then, feeling him casually move me toward him, followed then by him moving me slowly across his cock, his rock-hard member rubbing across my shaved mound and clit. I orgasmed swiftly then, my body sensitive, willing, and waiting for him. He played it up a bit more, clearly enjoying the stunt, before changing his hold, lifting me up some, and placing my nudity on display before them. With my legs still half0dangling from me, I moaned as he moved my body toward him, his cock casually slipping into my mound. I orgasmed as he started, taking casually slow, clearly showing off before them.

He started slow, almost painfully so, as he moved me forward and back, plying my body upon his rock-hard member, each time plunging himself deeper. I moaned aloud, my body all too ready, for him, my body dripping onto the ground. After a bit, he started his own gyrations, in time to his slow movements of my body, as he played out his show-pounding of my body.

With pleasure rising in me, I cried out, my body rising to the challenge, shooting desires through me as he made a show of enjoying it. I could clearly see Matt, and many of his buddies, as they aired around us, watching intently, their interest clear on each of their faces. He took his time, playing it out for the show, as he slowly pressed himself ever deeper into me with each move/thrust.

I lost track of how long he played it out, not that I cared anyway. I simply let him do his thing, my body filled with lust and desires, and pleasure soaked my existence. I orgasmed again and again and then felt him increase in speed, and it was not long after that he, pounding me, his balls smacking into me each time, pulled me forward, unleashing his loud out and upon my body. I climaxed then, my body quivering as he planted my exposed and naked body casually before them. He rubbed himself upon me then, getting every drop as a sort of ... war paint for the space between my legs, before setting me back down. As they called and jeered, he quickly put his close back into place, and only then did I note, how much I was panting, my breaths ragged to my ears.

Not that I got much time to recover, as his mom cried out, "Hope you've worked up an appetite!", followed by a pause before she added, "I hope that new toy of yours is not too tired to help set the table! We all have to earn our keep somehow!"