Gaypig ## Chapter: Pig day part II

I was expecting to have a freaky BDSM time as a cum and piss pig, but this had turned into a hard core fucking gang bang, way outside my comfort zone. These guys were pulling a train barebacking my arse, is this what being the pig would mean for the rest of the day, was I their fuck pig now?

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Dogging lay-by

The thick leather collar was good and tight, the feel and smell of it keeping my thoughts fixed on sex. Stripped bare arse naked with my hands cuffed behind my back was kinky as hell, I loved it. Bent down out of sight in the back of the car, I tried to keep balance with weight on my knees in a car foot well, and forehead pressed against the floor in the other. The familiar musky aftertaste of the driver's spunk filled my mouth, though I knew nothing else about him, only thinking of him as "Goat Guy" because of his devilish goatee. It was astonishing to see Master D drive off, the only one I know anything about in this weird S&M group. He had made my humiliation fantasies brutal risky reality by stripping me naked when I arrived at the train station, and throwing away my trainers and tracksuit. Blood was still pumping hard from the excitement, but I felt lost at sea having no idea of what was planned. My hard-on was ruling my brain, and my cock did not care where we were driving, or how I was supposed to get back home in London, after my money had been tossed away with my pants. I was pretty sure Master D would turn up later, and however this ended, playing pig in a public car park had been the most exciting exhibitionist cock sucking I'd had all year. I relaxed by focusing on being nothing but a total cum pig, and the horny feeling from knowing two strangers had just enjoyed unloading their balls in my guts.

"Let's go piggy. Time to make friends with the doggers." Unable to use my hands, I twisted around, the chain on my collar rattling, until I was kneeling on my haunches on the rear seat. Goat Guy was busy doing something on his phone, and after a couple of ping sounds, I guessed he was texting after posting some the close up photos of me sucking his cock at the train station. He had parked in a long lay-by with bushes at the side but open to the road. A car zipped by, I guessed if anyone saw us, I would just look topless, not surprising in the summer weather, unless they could see the large leather collar. A car was parked about fifty feet away, too far to see if anyone was in it. My heart gave a lurch as a teenager wearing a bike helmet appeared at the car window next to me. Goat Guy must have pressed a button as the window whirred down letting the boy lean in and look me up and down, fascinated.

"Jim, right? Help yourself to the pig." Jim opened the car door and sat next to me, leaving the door wide open and yanked the chain attached to the leather collar around my neck, so I was up on my knees, head pressed against the roof, cock bobbing facing him on the seat like he was about to blow me. Grabby, his hands ran over me, excitedly feeling my exposed nipples, torso and balls, gradually pulling and squeezing harder, smirking as my cock jumped in response as he got rougher. This felt pervy as he looked like an oversexed geeky schoolboy, the type I would block on Grindr as they were probably under 16 and lying about their age, or a troll using a fake photo. He was wearing clingy black cycling gear, with his man size dick making a prominent outline pressed up against his stomach.

"I can't believe you got here naked, you look just like the photos. Can I have a porn selfie with you sucking my cock?" Jim was pressed up against me, rubbing his palm on my balls. He licked his thumb and ran a thumb inside my foreskin, pinching it until I grunted, testing how much it would stretch. I could feel the heat of his dick on my hip.

Before I could think of a reply, Goat Guy reached over, holding Jim's shoulder so he sat back a few inches, but still gripping my cock, feeling how hard I was. "Slow down cowboy. This pig gets off following orders, you'll get your jollies. We were promised a cum pig with a talented mouth, but this pervert wants handcuffs and exposes himself in public. When a sub needs fucking, they drop their pants to display their arsehole. This one was delivered cuffed and not so much as a jock strap, so feel free to fuck its hole, it clearly needs it." I couldn't kid myself, Goat Guy was kind of right. Master D had offered a choice of keeping cock ring or pants, and by committing to be used as a group pig all weekend bare arsed, must mean I subconsciously wanted to be a fuck pig as much as a cum pig. Jim looked ecstatic, I was worried he would cream his pants before I could suck him off. Goat Guy gave me a wide grin, snatched my cap off and put it on his head.

"Jim is up for a porn selfie, sounds like an excuse to get you on camera telling everyone exactly how sleazy a pig you are, while he jerks your knob. Come on, give your customers some pretty begging if you want feeding today." With his cycling helmet still on, Jim waived at Goat Guy's phone, which I assumed was taking video. Jim started wanking me fast, playing up for the camera, probably wanting me to jizz over his tented lycra shorts.

Looking at Jim, breathless from the firm wank, I took a deep breath and said, "I am your pig, a dick pig, a cum pig. I would not stop touching my cock without permission, so handcuffs were needed to keep my hands away from this arse, mouth, cock and balls, because they are your toys, for you to use." I hesitated, at that moment two guys in shorts had walked up to the open car door. Goat Guy panned his camera phone from my face down to Jim's hands wanking my cock and pulling hard on my balls. Spreading my knees wider, I helped him get a firm grip on them. Fuck, four strangers watching me being wanked in a public lay-by was such a turn on. I was close and tried to relax, even as the wank was getting rougher. I kept eye contact with the guys outside the car. "Please use me hard... let me blow you, please fuck me. I need cum. I am hungry and must fill my stomach with cum and piss. I, ... I was dared to beat my best and swallow fifteen loads of spunk today. Please, oh, I'm going to cum. I am really thirsty, please feed me." One of the new guys had lowered the front of his shorts and pulled his stiffening cock out in response to my begging.

Goat Guy lowered his phone, and held Jim's wanking hand. "Whoa. No jizz stains on the car seat please, and it's good to kept him edged hard and horny. Pig, your cum dump count starts now. With this video of you naked and begging to be a gang bang piggy posted, we will keep a count and let you know. Fifteen full size loads is, like, less than half a cup, you'll need more than that to fill your pig stomach." I had no idea why he did not count the two loads at the train station, but my instinct was to keep my mouth shut rather than asking about it.

"Come on then, if you really are a bad ass piss pig, get out and slurp down my cock. I was about to have a slash in the bushes." This was the guy in shorts with his semi-hard cock out. He looked about 40 with a rugby player build. With Jim pulling the lead on my collar and helpfully holding my arm, I stood barefoot on the lay-by grass verge. I was feeling dizzy, I think the heat and not drinking all morning had left me seriously dehydrated. I could hear Goat Guy making a call in the car, while the three guys made me walk into the bushes for a few yards, then pushed me on my knees. A truck went past, and I could see the driver, but I guessed the bushes probably gave the guys enough cover for cars speeding past, though anyone parking in the lay-by would see exactly what was going on. It was a perfect porn set, they all had their cocks out. Jim still had his bike helmet on but rolled down his lycra shorts, and pointed his 6 inch knob at me, which I swallowed straight down, rubbing the base of my tongue under his cock head, so he jerked involuntarily. The rugby fit guy pulled my head back off Jim's cock, feeding me his thicker one. "Hold still. Get ready, this is so disgusting, but you begged for a drink. If you let any piss splash back on me, those pig bollocks will get such a hard fucking slap they'll ache for a week."

His eyes were closed and I could feel an initial spurt as he relaxed. I let air rush out of my nose, just as the full stream started. The hot liquid squirted fast down my throat. My mouth was filling with backwash and I almost lost control of it, but swallowing in a long draft was the trick, the same as any macho lad would impress their mates by downing a pint of warm cider in one, without drawing breath. Driven by thirst and hunger made the difference, and I really did not want my balls slapped, honestly not a pain pig! I drained every drop without over thinking, and was delighted that it instantly cured my woozy feeling, leaving me wanting more. The piss flavour not too strong, and the fresh smell a reminder of being an excited 14 year old and going cottaging, secretly sucking off pissy cocks in sleazy toilet cubicles. Rugby guy's shaft pulsed with a last squirt. Snorting fresh air through my nose, at the same time I sucked his cock in deeper and started working my tongue, getting him harder.

Jim was kneeling next to me, his hand pulling again on my balls, then stroking my belly like he was feeling it fill up. "I can see the pig swallowing your piss, and look at his stiff cock, totally turned on by being a toilet. Jeez, what a slut." However nasty Jim thought this scene was, he was wanking his cock harder than ever.

Rugby guy pulled out mid-suck. Before I had a chance to thank him for giving me a drink, he had given his friend in red shorts high five, as they swapped places, and a fresh hard shaft was shoved in my open mouth hitting my tonsils. I was really missing my hands, for me to give a decent blow job normally meant some control by holding the base of the guy's cock or his balls to help keep a rhythm going at my own pace. Instead my tongue and throat were getting used extra hard, the cock forced in to me. He grabbed the back of my head and started pushing. "The pig's profile said it will deep throat. Open up and be grateful for my 9 inches, slut." I was relaxing my throat, with this guy forcing it, I knew this had to work or I'd be sucking cock the rest of the day with a painful bruised throat. I leaned slightly forward and angled my head so that the cock had a straighter passage. By lowering the back of my tongue and making my throat yawn open, the cock popped in and was sucked down fast in one swallow action. The guy's bollocks slapped my chin and I started my party trick of licking them. He was not kidding about length, it felt like 5 inches were jammed down my throat. If I did not practice swallowing dildos, this would have been a disaster with me throwing up. "Nice, oh this is good. You got to try this, I can feel the pig milking my cock, sucking me down into its guts." Encouraged I kept on with the swallowing action, it was really vacuuming him down into me. Grabbing my ears as handles, he pulled himself all the way out. Inadvertently I loudly burped out the air he had forced into me, making both the shorts guys laugh. Keeping a firm grip on my ears he pushed me back on his tag-team buddy's cock, and getting the message, I stretched forward and swallowed him down to his balls too, a bit easier to get there this time as his shaft was not as thick. I could taste precum, and just kept up the swallowing movement as red shorts guy pulled on my ears, even rubbing my throat like a sex toy to masturbate his friend's cock. I wished I could use my tongue on the dick head, but rugby guy was enjoying being deep in me too much. Jim was still kneeling next to me, but had moved from stroking my belly to fingering my throat, he must be feeling it swelling and the cock moving inside me. Rugby guy was now holding the back of my head and yelling he was cumming. The two guys were forcing me in place, I just let it happen and rubbed my tongue on the bollocks and shaft pressed against my face, enjoying the moment as I felt his load pumping along his widening shaft and spurted direct into me. He yanked himself out, and held his cock as the last jet finished half in my gasping wide open mouth and half on my face.

Looking about, I realized the group had been joined by Goat Guy, a workman in a donkey jacket, and could see someone watching in a guilty way from his car. Goat Guy, "Better get that jizz off the pig's face and into its mouth. Guys, be kind and let the pig drink your piss, it's a hot day. Please text your friends, we need plenty of cock to fill a greedy pig like this."

The workman said, "Come on, move this to the clearing. A bit of grass does not stop drivers seeing what is going on as they go past. Don't give the police an excuse to ruin our dogging spot, plus I want to take a piggy ride before it gets worn out, and I'm not doing that here." The rugby guys helped me to my feet, and led me down the trail.

Pig fucking

The clearing was a grassy area based around a tree trunk which must have fallen over several years ago. Three lads in their twenties were sunbathing on the edge of the clearing with the remains of a picnic, loudly laughing, drinking cans of beer and wearing shorts with shoes and other clothes in a pile. They cheered as I was walked into the clearing. This must be a known gay cruising area, on a second look they were not in shorts, but stripped to their gay looking designer label underwear, and the one in the middle was only wearing a leather jockstrap, sitting with his knees up, practically inviting everyone to check out his shaved arse.

"Get down." Goat guy nodded at a grassy patch next to the trunk of the fallen tree, which looked well worn like it was regularly used as a natural bench. I knelt down facing it, Goat guy sat on the trunk, gently pulling me forward using the chain until I was laying across it, feeling the remaining bark supporting my chest and stomach, my knees now taking almost none of my weight. I realized my arse was the highest part of my body. Goat guy handed Jim a plastic bottle, and as I relaxed and let my head drop so that all I could see was the grass and weeds on the other side of the trunk, Jim unexpectedly squirted cold liquid up my arsehole, making me twitch. Goat guy seemed well prepared, because I realized this was lube. Jim kept on squirting, then was feeling around my lubed ring and must have been using both hands to stretch me open. With my hands cuffed, I just let him get on with it, feeling lube dribble down my legs, and relaxed as much as I could. "Hey, that's plenty. I made up enough in that bottle to keep the pig topped up for later." My arse was feeling weirdly minty fresh but going numb, and I could vaguely smell cloves. I suddenly caught on, this must be a home brewed fisting lube.

A pair of pale feet in flip-flops appeared on the grass in front of me, it was one the sunbathers. He held the collar and pushing me back a little, raised my head, giving me a chance to admire his thin but long knob poking out over the top of his boxers. "Neal, you surpassed yourself. I saw some pics, but arriving with a balls out naked and collared dude is fucking daring." He carried on talking but I stopped listening as he lowered his pants and was teasing me, getting me to lick the red end of his cock, letting me suck in the head a couple of times before pulling out again. Then there was a different cock, and as the two guys took turns teasing my lips and letting me get them harder, it took me a while to realize that someone new was fingering my arsehole. I concentrated fully on the cock I was sucking as the new guy worked my arse with a couple of large fingers. I encouraged him by clenching my ring around his fingers.

One of the two lads using my mouth was getting more serious, and let me swallow his shaft down, my nose pressing against his pubic hair. As he started properly getting in to it, repeatedly getting off by feeling his cock head pop in and out of my throat entrance, I realized that the fingers in my arse had been replaced by a cock while I was distracted concentrating on the blow job. I was so ready and lubed up, that I had no idea when my fucking had started, but I started to feel the difference why my fucker got hold of my hips and started really ramming me deep.

"Can we fuck him?" The guy I was sucking asked.

"You bet, sleazy pig's got a massive cum fetish. Wants to get their guts filled with cum, begged for it. Guys, if you fill a condom, don't waste it, the nasty pig will suck out every drop of jizz." There was round of laughing, followed by back slapping and encouragement for the guy fucking me, getting him to speed up, now with his weight and chest hair awkwardly pressing against my cuffed arms on my back, his panting on my neck, his sweat dribbling down my side and his cock swelling thick, deep in me, surely ready to blow at any second. This was the best bit of the fuck, his shaft and knob head, perfectly rubbing my prostate, how could anyone not prefer being a bottom? If someone touched my cock I would have cum instantly. Fuck, I realized this must be the bossy hairy workman from earlier. The guy with his cock down my throat had got into the rhythm of my fucker, and I was loving this threesome action, but he pulled out. I gasped for breath, momentarily moaning and grunting from the cock rapidly ramming my ring, while the jockstrap wearing guy held their phone in front of me for a couple of seconds as he played back the video me begging to suck and get fucked. "Man, you really are a slutty, hungry, hungry pig aren't you? Can't wait to see you gulping down our piss." Despite knowing everyone had been watching the free show for the last five minutes as I squirmed as a stranger fucked my arse, I could feel myself blushing in embarrassment, not even knowning where that video had got posted. "Hold him still, I'm cumming. Yes, take it pig slut." I could feel at least three pairs of hands holding my collar, arms and legs, forcing me in place as my fucker stood up pressing his full weight against my arse as he gave his thick cock a final deep ram. The two guys in front of me held my head up, one holding his mobile, I guess he was filming the moment, but I could not take in what they were doing, or control what I was saying as I rolled my eyes, panting, carried away feeling my fucker's cock thicken and pulse, shooting his cum deep inside me as he yelled out and the group holding me cheered.

The jockstrap guy slipped off his jock and threw it towards their picnic stuff. "John, I need a shag, hold the pig's head up." His friend pulled on my collar as the now completely nude jockstrap guy bent over and pressed his arse against my face, spreading his cheeks. Having no say in the matter, I stuck out my tongue and got to work, probing his ring. I'm not really in to rimming, but the guy's arse was squeaky clean, if sweaty. There were still a couple of pairs of hands holding me still, so I still had not confirmed who had just cum up my arse, when another cock head was stroking up and down my arse crack, and then slipped in, real easy. The combination of numbing lube and the first guy's spunk, must have left my ring wide open, so I made it more fun for my second fucker, by clenching my arse muscles hard around the shaft I could feel working back and forth. Jockstrap guy pulled away from my tongue, and I got a perfect beautiful view as his friend John, jabbed his long cock steadily up his arse, and fucked him in front of my face. With my mouth resting for a moment I looked over my shoulder, trying to see who was fucking me. What the hell, I only then caught on that guys were pulling a train, barely a pause between one cock pulling out and the next thrusting full in. Of the three guys faces I could see, I only recognized one of the rugby build guys. The guy buggering me was holding on to the bottom of the handcuffs like a handle, while he rabbit fucked, making me grunt each time he punched his shaft firmly back in, my balls slapping against his thighs. Out of my sight below the tree trunk, I could feel someone crawl between my legs, the must want a close up view of my arse getting fucked. I was pulled back round by the collar to get a close view of the jockstrap's guys arse gaping open, as his fucker John, finished jizzing on his arse hole. John held my head firmly, as he put his shiny cock in my mouth and I keenly sucked and licked it clean.

"Hey, when you finish fucking its arse, remember to let the pig clean you off." Nasty, I was hit with the funky smell of cum mixed with Jockboy's sweaty butt juices, especially when John turned and rubbed his cock up and down his friend's arse, getting it spunky, and made me lick the slime off while the others watching made lewd comments. But with an anonymous cock making my prostate feel close to orgasmic, I was getting into it, and lapped around with my tongue to get as much of the second hand jizz as I could. John then pulled the jockstrap guy back, pushing his arse in my face. I knew what I had to do, and started licking his arse clean, paying special attention to poking my tongue into his cummy ring, which he was clenching shut as I licked, obviously enjoying a rimming. Jockstrap guy spun around and shoved his impressively large cock in my mouth. He must have been totally worked up from getting fucked, as I had barely started to suck, when his cock started jerking. He held the collar, so both of them were now holding my head in place, and thrust his cock down my throat, holding it still and yelling out as he spurted into my guts.

This, along with me clenching my arse muscles hard in excitement, set off whichever guy was fucking me. I could feel him pulling my arse cheeks apart, then one of the other guys helping out by pulling harder and telling my fucker to get in there, probably managing to get an extra half inch deeper. Without seeing his cock, I was not sure, but it feel pretty damn far in my guts, he was as far in me as my 9 inch dildo would ever get. "Fuck yes. I love it bareback, shooting deep into the pig." Jockstrap guy was slowly pulling out his cock, giving me a mouth of musky spunk flavour, making me slightly regret not being able to taste the rest of his cum as it had been pumped directly in to my stomach. The guy fucking me was grunting, showing off to the others who were egging him on, feeding my arse a heavy cum load, as I could feel his cock jerking as he squirted his fourth and fifth rope of jizz inside me. At that moment the guy who had crawled between my legs grabbed my balls, somehow this gave a fraction more space for my fucker to get up my arse, and started sucking on my hard on. Getting a few final licks from the despunked cock in front of my face, my rigid cock being sucked, balls yanked, and feeling a last jet of spunk pumped up my arse while three or four guys were holding me down like I was strapped in position, I was going over the edge. My second fucker yanked his cock out, making my balls jerk up, and even with my arse ring stinging like hell from snapping back after stretched around a fat dick, I could feel my own cum about to spurt.

"No, I'm close, oh God, please someone fuck me." This made a couple of the guys behind me laugh, and someone gave my arse a stingingly hard slap. That slap helped, along with whoever was sucking my cock being told by a couple of the others to fuck off as nobody wanted to see the pig cum yet. I could feel a cock lining up behind me, head against my ring. Shamelessly I shoved back against it, relieved that the twanging of my ring stopped as soon as the cock head stretched it open again and the guy's shaft slipped in easily, my arse so loose with cum and lube. The guy with his cock in me slapped my butt several times on both sides, telling me to do my job, get tight, and not dare cum. I felt some jizz being forced out of my dick, as my prostate was massaged by the dick in me, but with the sucking stopped and the arse slapping to focus my mind, I had held off from a proper orgasm. The handcuffs behind me were dragged to my left and without warning my hands were free. My arms must have been bent awkwardly as they felt asleep, but being unlocked was an immediate relief on my shoulders.

My fucker pulled out. "Lets move the pig over here, I want to see its face while I feed its guts. We can get its feet trussed up so the arsehole is spread out to play with." I was lifted off the log and felt dizzy and blinded by the sun as guys hoisted my in the air holding my arms and legs. As I was moved with my head dangling upside down I could see maybe ten men around me, most with cocks out, a couple of them naked. My most recent fucker was at my head, telling the others where to put me. I was suprised he was a very hairy bear with just an unzipped black leather jacket on, probably well over 50.

I was lowered down on what was someone's picnic blanket, and I was man-handled like a puppet. Different people held my arms and legs apart, forcing my ankles nearly up to my head, making me curl my back, legs straight with my arsehole pointing upwards. The bear was handed some blue tow rope which he looped a couple of times around my ankles and knotted to the large rings in my collar. Being a natural submissive, it was exciting being controlled, having so many guys around me, grabbing me, but hell, even after they losened their grip on my legs, with only about a foot gap between my ankles and my neck, I could feel my tendons were strained. Bear was kneeling at my arse, I was suprised at how large his cock looked as he wanked it ready.

"Hold the pig's arse wide for me boys, I want to get deep." The men holding my feet now pulled my legs apart and several others came forward to pull on my buttocks. One gripped my cock and balls like a handle, a couple spat right into my open arsehole and someone new had hold of Goat Guy's bottle and put another squirt of the fisting lube deep in me. I had three or four hook their fingers in my cummy arsehole, tugging it apart. I tried to relax and let my muscles stay elastic and welcome the intrusion as I got fingered. My cock was hard and I was loving the scene, but the glimpses I could get looking down my arse ring panicked me a bit. It looked puffed and wierdly stretched from the pounding it had received, with cum leaking out that I could not even feel escaping. My arse did not hurt, it felt good being played with, but I could see how wide my anus ring was, gaping obscenely, showing arse muscles which I had never known I had. Finger tips and the bear's cock head were rubbing on parts of my arse that felt like I was being fucked already, and I could see the inside of my arse move as I pushed outwards, releasing more of the mixed spunk which had been pumped into my colon. Fucking hell, I had got totally carried away on the promise of beating my cock sucking record this weekend. I had never been a fuck pig, but it was crazy that I had only managed to swallow one load that would be counted to my record, and several different guys had just barebacked my arse. I did not even know exactly as I had been face down, and with my arse a bit numb, unable to tell one cock from another. I had sucked off lots of guys, but never had more than two guys fuck me in a bathhouse session before. It sounded like all these guys wanted a go on the pig's arsehole, noisily egging each other on about fucking and filling the pig with cum. My sphincter was going to be left gaping open like a retired porn star.

What the fuck, I was turned on by being pinned down by so many guys and had begged in writing to get used, I just thought I would a pig for the BDSM group, not an outdoor gang bang with random doggers would be in the deal. I leaned my head back and stuck out my tongue, a skinhead guy with lots of tattoos had been holding my collar and he pulled his cheezy looking cock out of his button jeans, rubbed it on my mouth, letting me lick the head and feel his Prince Albert knock against my teeth. I moaned as I felt the bear's cock push into my arse slowly, my buttocks really being firmly pulled apart, and I could hear more spitting and felt fingers moving around, getting my arse to squeeze and flex in response. They were obviously all enjoying the show of my opened arse being fucked by the hairy bear, with excess cummy lube leaking out and puddling under me. I pulled my head up and looked to see the large cock had really managed to be forced balls deep in alongside the fingers that were pushed in. This felt too tight, like using my whole weight trying to stretch my arse to sit down on a bollard sized buttplug. That numbing fisting lube must make the difference; then I was alarmed at the thought that Goat Guy might have fisting lube because they were going to try ramming a fist in me.

Bear started to pound me hard. With my ring pulled more open than I had known it could go, his cock head was plunging deep in my anus literally without touching the sides, in a way that no other cock had before. The skinhead, pulled my mouth back to his cock, clamped his hot calves against my ears to ensure I could not move again, shaft reaching past my tongue. I took a deep breath and yawned open, giving a deep throat treat, swallowing him right down until his balls were on my nostrils. Some sadist was slapping my balls, gently then harder, really gut ache painfully hard. "Nice, I can feel the pig's arse gripping as you do that. Work those balls, I want to feel it clamp tight when I cum in its guts." I clenched and squirmed, automatically pulling away. The guys holding me just reenforcing their grip, adding their full weight to pinning down my arms, taking this as part of the pig show.

My cock was harder than ever, waiving in front of them like a flag showing the pig was having fun and wanted more, despite the strain on my legs and the ache from my balls. I had never felt more exposed and opened up with a cock held deep in my throat moving just enough for me to snort some air up my nose, a hairy bear fucking me bareback and several sleazy doggers stretching my legs, arms and arse apart while I was learning how to keep my arse ring relaxed wide open, at the same time using internal muscles to hold the cock inside me, and bodily convulsing every time my balls were slapped.

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