"Stop it, no!" Natalie wailed, her legs shaking with shame as they were exposed. "You horror, let me go!"

"Ohhh fuck!" He stepped back. "I knew they'd be this good. Hey look, boys, look at those legs."

"Wow!" Matt yelled as he leaned back, Cherie still rocking and pumping on his cock. "You got that right, Lance."

"Yeah!" Lance was grinning from ear to ear. "I bet the rest is as good, too."

"Nah." Matt was grinning, too.

"Tell ya what." Lance tapped the rod in his hand while Natalie stared at it, sobbing helplessly. "If it is, she sucks me; if it isn't, she sucks you, and, if we can't agree, she sucks both of us."

"Sounds fair enough," said Matt.

"You shit!" Cherie yelled at him. Her hips pounded up and down faster and harder. "Work my nipples, you fucker! I'm coming, coming hard!"

Lance grinned at his friend and walked around behind the struggling Natalie. She screamed and tried to twist around to see what he was doing, but her spread legs stopped her. She sobbed in helpless tenor as she felt his hand run over her panties, stroking her ass.

"Now, whore, you're gonna learn how to be a good girl."

"Please, don't please!" Natalie wept. "I'm not what you want, I don't like sex, honest; Cherie is the one you want, she can do it for you both, please, let me go."

"Honey, I got a hard-on the moment I saw you and I'm gonna have you, every way there is, I'm gonna cover you in cum and watch you lick it off." His hands ran between her legs, probing at the entrance to her pussy.

"You're disgusting!" Natalie's eyes were still seeing the horrible thin cane. "Please, let me go!"

Cherie screamed with release as she came, her tits bouncing even with the grip Matt had on her nipples, her whole body slamming up and down on his cock.