My body starts shaking violently and thrashing around on the end of his cock like some sort of sock puppet. My abs are sore and aching from all of the spasms. My arms and legs completely give out and I collapse once again, suspended by my convulsing asshole wrapped around King's massive knot. My balls draw up and push three little spurts of cum out of my straining cock. But the orgasm isn't over yet. My body is still twitching and my eyes are rolled back in my head. I am moaning and whimpering like a true bitch in heat. That's when King's cock siftened a bit more and slipped again. He was still too huge to come out of my abused asshole, but he was trying. And my sphincter muscles were trying to expel him, as well. My orgasm finally subsided and I began taking ling, deep breaths. Trying to get my body back under control. I finally stopped shaking and weakly pushed myself back up on all fours... This concludes part 1. Stay tuned for part 2 cumming soon. As stated in my last story, this is completely true. Only names have been changed to protect privacy. Not content with what was available, I wrote this with parts of all stories I collected to create as. Because my output slowed down over the last year and it was taking too long village to finish (over 15 years), I planned to wrap it all up but recently lost my files before I could finish. Manage to retrieve this as last updated in over 18 months ago but it was too much work to do this again so call it a day and publish it as it is. Apologize for the errors but feel free to complete it as your own version. The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the noise had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small mountain. He was a decorated Gulf War Veteran who had come indian home from the war to find his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him for the lead singer in an up and coming rock band several years ago. In the confrontation that followed; he had punched neighbor them which had led to his arrest. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper mill over near the river. Even though he was relatively young, in his 30's, he did miss female company but preferred "Rosie Palm and her five sisters" to developing a relationship. King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver’s side door. Clint jerked the door wide open and leaned down to check the occupant. Then he looked at her. The woman was still breathing but didn't look good. Her breath came in ragged gasps and he could hear a kind of gurgling sound in her chest. She seemed to be unconscious but her body was twisting on the ground and moved when he touched her. Her lovely pale blue eyes are also open and just stared blankly back at him gazing in painful amazement. Abigail’s mouth is slightly open with her lips parted, exposing a portion of her front teeth. Abigail and Harry never met until now. He stared momentarily at the young woman who was held upright by her seat belt, her face turned to the side. Her breasts pressed pleasingly against the silk blouse which had been unbuttoned just enough to show some cleavage. She is very good, come and meet her. “Now repeat after me,” Daddy whispered into my ear, neighbor his voice quiet yet powerful. “Well take them off. "Today's naughty session is indian about to start . . . But he has ambition that outweigh any hatred.” “Yes, he’s on his way. “Evan, I’m so empty,” she said with a lusty smile. My body was on fire. I start to tell her a little bit about our relationship. “Number two. “Ok.” She said, looking amused. village Jon was not happy and told me to clean up the mess.