I think she was some kind of editor or something, in the City.I think she was some kind of editor or something, in the City. She picked us up at eight in the morning the day after Christmas and dumped us off at her house with a copy of her key, so we could go out and "play" in the middle of the day. There was a fresh snow fall, enough for some good sledding in the woods near where Schiffmans lived, it was an excuse for us to fuck Todd's brains out in some interesting new locations, and her neighbors wouldn't get suspicious of too many of my scummy friends invading her house. The kid had got some pretty neat stuff for Channukah, his old man had bought him a tape recorder; that really juiced me, when I saw it. The first thing I thought of was taping a nice vigorous butt-banging session, to replay later for me and 'Dozer's amusement. Capture Todd grunting and squealing like a stuck pig as 'Dozer, me, and the Schiffman's porked him. I wanted to record for future lonely wanks, when Todd's butt wasn't available, all the wet squishy sounds of our cocks alternately prying open his butt cheeks and gagging his cries as one of us pounded into him from behind, pushing him forward to deep-throat the dick in his mouth, the ones waiting their turn helping to torture poor Todd to orgasm after pathetic orgasm, as he twisted on the spit of our meat, pleasuring the cocks buried in his body with his agonized gyrations. |