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Robert wrote "WHORE" and "SLUT" and various things on me. Tara, obviously the more creative, wrote "FUCKHOLE" on my stomach and drew an arrow pointing to my crotch. He had just finished writing something on my ass when a knock sounded on the door. Robert answered the knock and brought the pizza delivery guy in to see me. I dropped my hands to cover up but Robert's eyes said I'd better not so I raised my hands up again. "Fuck!" He had to be about twenty and had obviously never seen anything like this. "Let me show you something," Robert said. He pulled the kid forward. They stopped in front of me. Robert nudged my thighs open and showed the kid my swollen pussy lips and my wet slit. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed I wanted to run into the bedroom and hide. At the same time I knew I lived for this abuse. "Wow!" "Un huh. See how pink her slit is?" "God!" Tara was enjoying my shame immensely, the fucking bitch. Robert paid for the pizza and sent Tara into the kitchen with the box. He pulled me down to my hands and knees on the table. "Suck his cock, Molly." The guy looked at me, like, is it okay? I unzipped his fly. Robert left to have pizza with Tara. The pizza guy eyed me suspiciously and didn't move. I tugged him closer by the waistband of his jeans, opened his pants, lowered his boxers and took out a huge cock. I couldn't believe it. I had never seen a cock that big before, especially on a guy that wasn't especially big. His cock had to be ten inches long and it was fat, too, bulging with thick veins. I considered asking him to fuck me instead of me blowing him but I knew Robert would be furious. He was young and anxious. I didn't suck him off as much as he fucked my face with his big tool. His rod went in and out of my gaping mouth as I tried to breath around his fat cock. He encouraged me. "Suck it, baby," he cooed," Yeah, that's good." He rammed it into my mouth and it forced my jaws wide enough to hurt. I sucked for all I was worth. "Yeah! Ooooohhh, that's great!" I pretended he had the monster in my snatch, splitting me, spreading me, impaling me. My cunt juices ran like my saliva, dripping from me as his dick hit the back of my throat. Without warning he shot white-hot jets of cum into my mouth. I swallowed great gulps of his seed but much of it dripped from my lips onto the coffee table as he thrust and thrust into my face. I licked his cock and sucked like the whore I was as he wound down. He fixed his pants over the waning pole and I felt a slight disappointment. What would it be like to settle onto his lap with that pole inside me? I made a mental note to find out where he worked. "That was awesome," he said, "thanks." His thanks sounded so out of place. I didn't answer him. He shrugged his shoulders, picked up his pizza bag and left. Tara flounced into the room and sat on the couch. She was naked from the waist down and I was angry thinking Robert might have fucked her in the kitchen cheating me again. But she sat on the couch, legs wide open and masturbated with a dildo and watched Robert who had entered the room seconds behind her. He was removing his belt. I felt a wave of heat course through me. Here it comes, I thought, it's going to hurt so much. My cunt melted and ran. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He hit me hard and fast, welting me, burning me, bruising me and making me hot for him. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The pain made me delirious. I was crying and begging him to stop. I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. I begged for his cock. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Tara's dildo pistoned in and out of her on the couch, glistening wet, flashes of pink, turning her cunt inside out, inside out, inside out. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "PLEASE FUCK ME! PLEASE, PLEASE! STOP IT, STOP IT! IT HURTS SO MUCH! PLEASE FUCK ME!" I was sobbing, my cunt was gushing. Tara's dildo pistoned away. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

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