I could sense the bile growing up in my throat, and it was all I could do to keep myself together as he pumped up into my face.Making me take more and...more...A resignation came over me as I realized that the more squeamish I was, the longer this would take. I tried to steel myself, sliding down inch by inch until my nose nestled against his pubic hair, tickling my nostrils until I pulled back, gasping...I sputtered, coming up for air, suddenly congested and struggling to breath."Come on," Paul. There wasn't yet anyone on the mens side of the wall. I didn't have long to wait. Soon I heard a guy enter and then go into the stall. He never pissed or sat down. So I put my face closer and looked inside. He had already pulled his pants down and was stroking his cock. It looked huge to me. Must have easily been 8 inches hard and three times as thick as mine. I heard him whisper is this what you're looking for ? I squeaked out a high pitched yes. Just like that it came through the hole.. It seemed to Beverly that the anguish went on forever, but at long last the intruders retreated, leaving the frazzled girl panting, moaning, and covered in a sheen of sweat and pussy juices. Ms. Putnam stood back and watched the weakened, helpless girl struggle to regain her senses. She watched Beverly as she tried to determine if the girl was ready to play ball with her... if she was going to cooperate and surrender her rebellious ways.Once Beverly was back and was a bit more rested, Ms.. Martha told me not to worry about it, a lot of women talked about the guys they've been with."You mean to tell me women talk about their love life?" Not all but some do. Linda does and she said you were something else. Don't worry, I'm not after you, Lee and I have a good marriage. Hope you're having a good time at the party." I am but I might have drunk too much and might need a ride home later." We have a couch down in the basement you're welcome to use. That way you can party longer. You.