“Oh, cool. I felt something cold on my bunghole, and the tip of his fat footlong cock pressed against it. My body shook violently, and my holes tingled as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Anything fun?” I asked as the man returned with my beer. I grabbed another beer and sat back down by the fire pit. “Umm, umm, fuck me,” I whispered to them. I fell into a state of depression over it, which made me act out more. I walked down a path and saw a group of men standing around smoking pipes. I walked with them as they led me out of camp. “Umm, Iggy, will you fuck me right now?” I asked, feeling super horny. Why did they leave me? “How about hide the weenie?” I said coyly. Oh, oh, yeah, everyone fuck me. I fell into a state of depression over it, which made me act out more. I walked up to them. “Yeah, we can fuck anywhere you guys want to,” I agreed. I had the baby, a ten-pound boy; of course, he was half-African. They finally relented, and their
