He started by telling me that to arouse a man, I needed to rub his chest and touch a man’s nipples. He lifted up his white smock and I saw a very ha...ry chest – lot’s of black curls everywhere. I’d never seen a hairy man like this before and I almost shot when he took my hand and put it on his chest! I loved the feeling of the thick mat of hair on his hot chest as I ran my fingers through it! (To this day, I think I have my hair fetish from this experience!) He then unzipped his pants, undid his. Then I knew he was really going to fuck me…His hand settled on my shoulder as his other guided his dick to me. He rubbed over me and lifted my T-shirt. My bare cunt and ass were open to him and he wasted no time. He played with me, running his cock over my ass crack and pussy. I could hear his sighs as he worked into my pussy. I braced myself as he plunged to the hilt. I screamed loud when he pounded at me. I did not mind the pain that was causing his thick cock. I just could not stand that. It was all about his orgasm and not about pleasuring me at all. Perhaps that was what being part of the herd was about. Pleasuring others and breeding.Miss Jane continued to pull my face against her cunt. She felt to me as though she was getting close so I worked even harder for her with my tongue and lips. I really wished that my hands weren’t tied so I could reach up and touch her breasts. I felt James thrusting even harder into my ass, and as I felt him explode inside me and fill me with his. Sue. I like that. Like the Indians. And all this time I thought it was Mom."She was smiling like a schoolgirl. Which is just as well since I felt like a schoolboy.I'd felt that way since yesterday. I'd found the most prominent example of the type coma I'd spent my short career studying in a boy who had one of the most mangled bodies I'd seen short of the 7:00 newscasts from Viet Nam.I'd come out to break the news and the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen was sitting next to the girl who'd been.