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My mind was still foggy when I first woke up in the Hardcore morning. I did not recognize where I was and that I was in a strange bed. The man sleeping next to me in this bed was not my husband. I tried to piece together the events of the previous night when I realized what had happened. This man that was sleeping next to me was Mack and at some time during the night he fucked me. He fucked me while I was too drunk to realize what I was doing, and I had never consented to his fucking me. I could recall telling him, after he put his dick into me, that I did not want him to fuck me. I was able to vaguely recall Mack putting his cock into me and then fucking me. I was so drunk that I was in and out of it the entire time I was being fucked. I have no memory of how long he fucked me, but I do remember hearing grunting and then him fucking me real hard before he unloaded his cum into me. After he got off me I recall saying to him, “Mack, you no good common bastard. You fucked me when I didn’t want to be fucked. Then you came inside of me, you didn’t even have the decency of using a rubber or pulling out of me before you came. My husband had a vasectomy, how do couple I explain this if you knocked me up. What am I supposed to tell him, “I’m sorry but, Mack raped me, and I got pregnant?” What am I supposed to do if you get Fucking me pregnant? I need to have my pussy cleaned now that you came in me. I can feel your cum running out of my puss and I’m to drunk to do anything about it.” “Well, what do you want me to do about it?” “At least clean me up so that I don’t have to lay here in your cum.” “How, what do you want me to do?” “Get a warm wet wash cloth and clean all of that stuff off me. Make sure that it has all come out before you say you’re done. Hell, as far as I’m concerned you can suck it all out with your mouth. At least that will feel better then when you fucked me.” I think that I finally passed out just after he finished cleaning me up and I fell into a deep drunken sleep until now, when I just woke up. I remember sitting with Linda and Mack, talking and drinking wine. Then I got so drunk I decided to go home. Linda was going to help me into my place and get me onto the sofa, but instead Mack took me up to his apartment. Then I’m lying on his bed and Mack is helping me to take off my clothes. It seemed to be the right thing to do since I was on the bed. The next thing I remember was Mack sticking his dick inside of me and starting to fuck me. I told him that I didn’t want to be fucked but he did not stop. I kept passing out and then waking up while he was fucking me, I remember very little about being fucked. I do remember feeling him cum in me and then making him clean up my pussy. After that I think I passed out and did not wake up again until this morning. Linda, she was supposed to get me into my place and onto my sofa. Instead she let Mack take me up to his apartment. She also saw to it that my glass was always full of wine, that’s Nipples why I drank more than I normally do. She has known for months that Mack wanted to fuck me. Linda also knew that I did not want to sucking be fucked by Mack. After standing there for a minute I went back and told her that no one was there. 30 minutes later Sherry was off line and I readied for a night of television. Chapter Five “Shut up, Samantha!” Teal groaned. She renewed her assault with her mouth, needing another minute to coax his balls to tighten up, his body tensing, his cum rocketing down his cock. Rathode- is it real mom He smiled, pointed to my pussy then the ID card and said, I scanned my memory for guilt. I glanced nervously at Stephanie, hoping to meet with her approval. “I’m sure that I can be. Reed flicks his mom’s clit. She loved dancing nude for the bikers and going topless. It certainly did me. Hermione’s worst nightmare. Then we were getting Daddy a new Mustang to replace the one I couple wrecked yesterday. Lysera felt lust, she felt pain, she felt fury and she felt alive. She slid them down her smooth legs that were sucking wrapped in the sexy stocking and threw them onto the pile of torn clothing. Sarah said in a slightly confused voice, as she was starting to put two and two together in the back of her head. “Of course I feel better, what kind of Hardcore man do you think I am?” The party lasted until well into the evening and we ended up playing cards with my young cousins and uncles until almost 10:00. Let me try to paint a picture of the scene…. “Well, Sharon has a Fucking new car. I grab my Nipples cock and slowly shove it down into her asshole. That smell must have smelled good to the pink people, but I found it less than appealing. Both of us naked. "My.... sex-balloons.... are pointing upwards because I'm wearing a special bra," she said. I glanced at my wife, Sharron, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her lovely face, almost a mirror of her mother's, her cheeks pink with a flush.