No one is finished though.

Hammer climbs out and collapses on a large rock to stroke his fat greasy semi-hard cock. I can feel his eyes on me.

With a sudden jerk both of my wrists are yanked forward. Emma's been tied in front of me on her knees both arms bound to the fence. It's the panty guy. He laughs in shrill voice. I do my best not to cry out, but he's stripping me bare, while I'm **** to watch the others take turns on poor Em.

I hear a yip as Casey knocks the smaller guy aside and drops his pants behind me. I'm no longer part of the audience. I've joined the show.

Before I realize what's happening, I feel it. ALL of Casey had gotten super-sized. It felt like a baseball bat inside of me. The pain was overwhelming. He seemed to like hearing me whimper as I held back tears, because he just kept at my cunt, harder and harder. I knew it had to end, but I could feel him in my stomach before his balls finally slapped my thighs.

My whole body was on fire. Then slowly a numbness creeped over me. I noticed then that Emma wasn't crying anymore. no one was forcing her to squeal. She was doing all that on her own now, bucking her hips and cumming on one cock after another.

Once I saw that, I let my guard down and it hit me all at once. I could hardly keep my eyes open let alone focus. Seeing Emma caked in filth squealing like a pig, and still having an explosive orgasm sent me over the edge.

"Yes! let it all in!" Casey encouraged me. He knew when I would cum, he'd made me do it so often in the past. I tilt my head to kiss Emma's drooling lips, but Casey snags both sides of my cheeks from behind and fish hooks me like that. I can't move in any direction. My face hurts, my pussy is gaping, but I can't stop cumming.

At the end of the night, before putting the hood back over my head, Casey leans in. His breath smells like that thick black liquor.

"This place really has an effect. You like?" He doesn't wait for an answer.