All Chapters of Crazy Adventures: Chapter 1061 - Chapter 1070

I've had sex before, and I've let guys play/tease me down there, but this feels different. Before I always felt in control, like what they were doing was going to come in levels of permission that I would allow. This is so totally different. It's as if my clit is a button that deactivates me, making me not do anything as he touches what few people have touched. This is strengthened by the fact I have no idea who he is."Wow man. She feels really good. Like, really, really, really good," the Stoner tells his friend as he rubs my clit a bit harder now. That's when my moan comes. My body feels very cold given how scared I am, yet it is incredibly warm. And the moan just floats through me, coming from my lings like an air bubble stuck in a swimming pool that floats to the top. When it comes out, it surprises me most of all. It's a clear moan of pleasure that we all hear.That moan seems to give him the confidence to press his fingers harder against my clit. Feeling it makes me moan again,

He keeps going until I feel him pressed against my cheeks. His cock is so deep inside me. It feels like it's going to come out of my throat the way it feels so far up me. As I feel it pushing apart my walls, all I can think is "there's a cock up my ass," which is something I never thought I would think.For the first time in my life, I feel like a BDSM submissive, and it feels great. Being tied and helpless, gagged and fucked...it's wonderful. It's truly a spiritual feeling. So I don't move nor say anything as they start to continue with the other stoner inserting himself in my pussy once again. I just moan, groan and croon as my body is nothing more than a plaything for them.It takes the two a while, but they finally start to thrust at the same time, making both cocks go at the same time. The way it feels is so strange and exotic. I can actually feel how the walls between my ass and pussy push together. It's violating and pained, but freeing and beautiful. It's as if I can feel that

"Going into other's yards now like this? How dirty. How nasty. Love it when you make yourself all bound up for me. Ohhh, you deserve what you are going to get Maddie," the voice continues. It takes my high mind much longer than normal to realize a few things.The first and most glaring is that he called me "Maddie." That could only be Madeline, who lives two houses down from me. She's a home schoolgirl that celebrated her own eighteenth birthday about 6 months ago. I don't know much about her as I have had much interaction. I just know she is homeschooled and supposedly really good at computer programming.The man pinches both nipples, hard. Pinches them and makes me go to my tiptoes from the pain. Then he lifts, making me go as far as I can on my tiptoes while whimpering. He's lifting my breasts by the nipples like this, which is extremely painful on my nipples. As if making a point, he holds my tits like this, damn near lifting them to my own face.I just whimper a soft whimper to s

My body bucks and I start to moan. My hips start to roll as he keeps fucking me and I love the feeling of that thing pressing against parts of me that have never been pressed against. My moans get very loud and high pitched too as the waves as are powerful. So much that whomever he is puts a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans as they carry on the night air.My orgasm peaks as the waves hit me, feeling completely different from the orgasm I had minutes before. That one felt like it came off my clit, which was insanely intense. This one feels more like it comes from my body's center, where it shoots pleasant violating waves over me. So strange how an orgasm can feel so different when you think they would all feel the same. This one

I'm very amazed by the creativity of this rig as I didn't even know it was possible. Also, the fact that my panties could be so strong. Can't even begin to say all the panties' waistband that just gave out over the years, and that's with me not even being overweight. Just cheap material breaking down. Yet the more I move my hands now, the more I fear that I could die by my own panties.The old man puts his hand on top of my head now, as if grabbing my head like a palmed basketball. He then puts his other hand on my left shoulder. To my horror, he turns me and pushes me. When he does, I take a few steps forward.My heart begins to pound and cold fear bathes my body as he pushes me forward, making me walk barefoot over the grass