Let him go, and try to catch your breath.

You roll onto your stomach, your sore ass high, stunned at the fact your cock is still hard after the **** you just took. You breathe, eyes almost closed, panting in the grass beside the tree. Did you really just let yourself get fucked by total strangers in the middle of the woods? Your head is spinning, but you can't help but smile.

"Well look at that," a deep voice says. You look up, surprised, and see that two very rough looking men with bushy beards and wide chests have arrived in the little clearing. They look down at you with grim smiles, and you freeze, unsure what to do.

"Looks like that fella was right," one of the men says. He's wearing a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans and biker boots. "There's a naked whore just waiting for us, Mack."

The other man - Mack - smirks. He has a large shiny silver belt-buckle shaped like a skull. He starts to undo it. "Sure does, Pete."

You look at the two men, terrified, and watch as the first man - Pete - starts undoing his fly as well.

"Well come on, fucker," Pete says. "Crawl on over here and come get it." He grins. "You don't want to make us angry."

"Unless you like it angry," Mack laughs.