I looked at the preparations. The men dragged a cracked shovel, broke it. The rest of the pen dug into the ground, fixing stones. The chair was placed above it, so that the cutting (I must say thicker than the one that Svetka got, and even with the knob on the end), protruded 20 centimeters through the hole in the seat. Stas went to the bathroom and brought liquid soap with which he poured the cutting

- To come in smoothly!

He explained. Four men raised a kicker and carried me to the "throne."

Having straightened me over the handle, it was with great difficulty that I turned it inside. I felt like a huge knob, smeared with soap, pushes the walls of the anus. Although over the past few days my ass has been stretched and healthy, and even after today's marathon, it generally turned into a hollow, but this size was too much even for her. Although I had no chance. Under my own weight, I would still have put on this count, so thanks to the peasants for putting me down slowly. Let go of their hands, and I would have planted on this skewer, inevitably breaking the anus.

I stopped fluttering and relaxed my ass, and even became a bit more strained to make it easier to go in. The ass never took such big items into itself, even Volodya’s member was perhaps less! The anus pricked, there was a feeling that now they would tear me into two halves, but here the broad part overcame the resistance of the muscles, and went on easier. I felt like this stick plunged into me, pushing the intestinal walls apart. It seemed she would reach the very stomach! Finally, the buttocks touched the fact that when it was a seat.

- Princess on the throne!

Proclaimed someone, and let me go. I was breathing heavily, gasping for air, like beached fish. I didn't feel like a princess. I felt like a condom pulled over a huge dick. Or a doll in a puppet theater, which is worn on the hand. Behind me, I was filled to capacity and stretched to the maximum. Nothing more could not be thrust into me without tearing me. A thought occurred to me: “But the vegetable in Nadia is even more! What sensations does she feel? ”Meanwhile, they put their hands on the armrests, and my legs on the legs of the chair.

“Princess, how about a bastard?”

"Proclaimed" me a princess, sat down on my chest, tucked semi-dead member in my mouth. I had to serve, although I almost choked. After he had finished, he picked up an abandoned person on the ground during a gang rape, my topic, and wiping my face covered my mouth with it.

So I sat with them, listening to their conversations, bursting from the inside with a hefty drone, sometimes being distracted by the “Royal Blowjob”. When my muscles got used to a foreign object, and stopped hurting, I felt a burning sensation from the soap, like in the toilet then! Only this time I could not wash him out of myself. The instinctive attempt to fidget caused pain. It remained to cry and endure. Somewhere in an hour and burning passed. The men drank, talked about football, politics, women, sometimes who had the strength and desire, gave me a mouth. Nadya for good service "unloaded". We got an eggplant and allowed to empty. Then, putting her cancer, took pictures of her open hollowed hollow. Excited, fucked her in pussy and mouth. In the ass, as they put it: "It was not interesting." Already at dusk, deciding that I had become “somehow boring,” she was forced to lick my pussy. From all that got up with me today, the clitoris became hypersensitive, and every touch of her tongue pierced like a current. I shuddered, and every movement responded with pain in the ass. At first, it was unpleasant, but as far as excitement was concerned, she began to give me pleasure, and as a result I came out violently, again today.

What do with me, what have I become? I sit here, impaled on a stake, fucked to the bottom by a crowd of strangers unknown to me, and come from the fact that a minor girl licks my cunt.

Surely all this can not be planted, it was hidden deep in me, and only fear, or the norms accepted in society, did not allow it to break through. Where else to admit to yourself, that you are a pervert, except not on such a "throne". After all, I was insanely turned on everything that was done by me these five days. What did and how did. All these humiliations immersed me in some kind of trance. I have never finished so many times in my life. And even more so, never my orgasms were so bright.

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