Thoughts whirled inside my head, maybe he thinks I am gay because I got an errection. I couldn't help it I tried to stop it.19:19I felt pressure to my...Anus, then I could feel penetration. It hurt. I wanted to tell him to take it out. He was in control I was a young guy. Then he started to do something, I didn't know at the time what he was doing. My penis was the hardest it ever had been it was bright red. I had a terrible urge to urinate. This changed to oh my gll19:24I started to leak fluid. Mr. Moore graciously halted the advance of his giant cock.He stared between the slut’s spread asscheeks. Seeing how her little asshole was stretched over half his cockhead, he was filled with the desire to fuck his cock deep. Holding himself back, he said, “Relax, Sylvia. It might hurt a little at first, but if you relax, it’ll get better fast. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll take it out.” He grinned behind the slut’s back as he told the lie. Coach grinned back at him. They both knew. "But that's not why we're here, doing this," she went on, as if she'd read my mind."Then why?" I had to ask why. I always do, even though I may not like the answer."Because you invited us!" she said between sucks."Because we want to be here, with you," he explained, his finger burrowing further into my welcoming pussy."Because we love you, both of us love you, and I love him, and we know you love us," she concluded.She slurped him again."I know he's really gonna miss you. I will, too, but not. They both were groaning and panting now.We all enjoyed the gentle rhythms. Time, I suppose, passed. Then Karen, toes pointed, and with the grace of a gymnast, raised her widely spread legs up, over and onto Andrea's shoulders. She allowed several seconds for Andrea to become comfortable with this position. Cunningly, she had pinned the unsuspecting Andrea in place. She again covertly caught my attention (no small feat) and mouthed her new command to me, "Her ass. Fuck her ass".The exit of cock.