All Comments on 'A Quiet Country Lane'

You slut. Me too.Short skirt, pantyhose, t shirt,joggers, in the park,we both know what we want.Walking, joggers going past, making sure they all see me, then detour off the path to the bench under the trees.Sit, legs a bit apart,guy comes past, stops, i stand up, turn and kneel on the bench exposing my pantyhosed arse, i wait then the hands pulling the hose down, just below my hole, i wait, i feel the head,centred against my hole, i push back, it enters just, i feel it start to go in, one push, no he cumms all over my arse, no, i wanted more, he moves away, i stay like that, waiting, then footsteps, shuffling then the cock centred on my hole, hands holding my hips, pushing forward, entering me, slowly, gradually, yes, oh yes, still moving forward, filling me, oooh hes long, finally in, please fuck me,thats it, in, out faster now, fuck hes long, touching my insides,more urgent now , my cock hard,pushing right up into me,aaaargh im cumming, clenching my hole, now he is cumming, filling me dont stop,fucking, fucking, so good, slower, slower, pulling out, shuffling, gone.I pull my hose up, the front filled with my cumm,leaking out of my hole.Fuck it was good.

Hey, it's always been my dream to have a large group of men all take me and make their whore, their cum slut, their cum dumpster, their bitch for an entire weekend (even a week, which would be far better!).

I've also fantasized about being molested in EVERY WAY (it actually happened when I was a kid, but rather than being hurt and traumatized by the incident, I really enjoyed it!) by a man or many men, not even seeing who they may be... unknown assailants...