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grunted at this. This fellow was black, the first black member of this gang I had seen so far. He was a giant, but while Roads and Slammer both looked as though they had been carved from a solid block of muscle, this fellow leaned decidedly towards fat. He didn’t seem to have any sort of neck; his head, bald and hairless, sat on top of his shoulders like a grape. Even his own black leathers seemed to be stretching to try and accommodate his bulk. He was lazing back on the bench. He merely grunted again, his small and deep-set eyes running briefly over me. I wasn’t holding any food, so he quickly lost interest, returning his gaze back down at the pile of hair in his lap.
    Wait. Hair? I blinked and looked again. Only then did I realize that there was a third person on the bench - a woman! She was lying down on the bench, and her head seemed to be buried in the fat man’s lap, so all I could see was the pile of blonde hair and a denim jacket. She seemed to be bobbing up and down slightly; I could see that one of that fat man’s hands was resting on the back of her neck, helping to guide her. What was going on?
    The big man let out one more grunt, this one a little louder and longer than the others, and I watched, my eyes wide, as his fingers tightened in the woman’s hair. He hauled her upright, and I suddenly realized what was going on. The man had been getting a blow job from this woman, right out here in public! His cock was revealed as it slid out of the woman’s mouth, and I could hear her gasping and pulling in air. As her face was finally turned so that I could see her, I saw drops of white liquid hanging out of the corners of her mouth, rolling down her face as she sucked in air. The woman’s features were young and tight, and with a shock of realization, it hit me that she had to be right around my age. She couldn’t have been older than nineteen!
    The smaller, skinnier man at the other end of the bench cackled. “Damn, Biggie, you sure blew that load fast, huh?” he snickered.
    The big man - Biggie, his name must be - didn’t respond to this barb. Instead, he merely grunted again and struggled up to his feet. The bench let out an audible creak as he rose, and he reached down and began strenuously hauling his pants back up to cover his now-sagging cock. I tried not to stare. I had never actually seen a penis outside of the films that I occasionally stumbled upon on the internet. My father had always taught me to be responsible, to not rush into relationships, and although I’d had boyfriends through high school, we had never progressed much past necking in a parked car.
    Biggie’s penis was dark-skinned, just like the rest of him, although the head of it looked a bit redder in color. When the girl had pulled it out of her mouth, I would have sworn that it was well over half a foot in length, but it now seemed to have shrunk down to just a few inches.
    There was another snicker next to me. Startled, I turned and looked down at the skinny man with the frosted tips in his hair, who was grinning back up at me. His grin didn’t seem too friendly, however. I was uncomfortably reminded of a wolf. “Looks like our little captive has an eye for cock!” he announced loudly. “She can’t take her eyes off of it!”
    I felt my cheeks suffuse with color, and pulled my eyes down to the floor. The man reached out and grabbed my chin, however, pulling my head back up. “How about I show you what a real dick looks like, huh?” he suggested. “Little Rachel here hasn’t finished - we paid for both of us, and now it’s my turn!”
    Releasing my chin, the man reached out and grabbed for the girl still sitting on her knees on the bench next to him. Rachel, this poor girl’s name must be. The skinny man grabbed at her denim jacket and pulled it roughly down her shoulders. When he did so, I realized that the girl wasn’t wearing any shirt beneath! Her tits, small and seated high on her chest, were suddenly exposed to