The last thought that passed across the Chelmsford Stalker's diseasedmind is, 'She never cried! The bitch never cried once!' and then therewas eterna... blackness.Michele lay there basking in the pleasure and the power that she has cometo relish. She's covered in blood and the Stalker's secretions aredribbling from her back passage. But as his body cools and the bloodcongeals she comes down off her intense high.She pushes the dead weight of the Stalker off her, making sure that allthe fluids. Little voice was right for once. Finally, class was over, and Carolyn felt good about all the interesting chat that took place in the groups for the day. An overall success. She stretched and smiled, then made her way to her office. Carolyn was lucky; she had an office with a fairly good view. The Cowboy statue was in the courtyard right in front of her, framed by the cathedral like building behind it that housed the sciences. She also did not have to share, since she taught so many varied. In fact he had never had a sexual experience of any kind other than a chaste kiss at the door.Not that he didn’t like girls, there were plenty that caught his eye, but he was just such a dork around them. He really liked a girl in his history class. Her name was Sara, and she was just a sex bomb. She had big tits, and the tight shirts she wore always made her nipples pop out. Her legs were shapely and well tanned; her ass was firm and looked perfect. Her face was beautiful, and she made him. I instantly knew I loved cock. I touched his cock and felt it’s weight in my hand, so soft, smooth and warm. Instinctively and naturally, I began to lovingly kiss it. I could feel it slowly thicken under my lips, I could feel it slowly swell and harden. It was thrilling! My young boy cock already felt on the edge of explosion and pulsed and throbbed in my jeans. Now fully erect, his already huge cock had lengthened and thickened even more. I felt weak and submissive to its power and eagerly.