Like my ride in the morning, I didn’t care about my own grade, but it was wrong to make someone else suffer for it. We had two more classes together...but he wasn’t in my art class. We met again at our lockers before lunch.“You going to the lunchroom, Art?” he asked.“No. My, um ... girlfriend and I are eating on the bleachers outside. I think.”“You’re lucky. She’s a nice girl. Hope I find someone this year,” he said. Annette handed me my sack lunch.“Oh. Annette, this is Rob. Rob, my girlfriend. We got to the motel and I registered and paid for the room. When we got in the room she went to the bathroom, and the husband and I stripped down to our jockey shorts. He told me she loved sex, however they were not into anything too kinky..no anal sex..When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing only her bra and panties, they were very nice a lacy. She came directly to me, put her arms around my neck and we began kissing. Then to the bed and I got the bra and panties off. Her breasts. So much of me wanted to feel him cum inside of me, to feel his energy expelled with amazing force. The journey was speeding him, his cock moved with haste and still I had no idea how high I was being taken. I wanted to release, almost afraid of the potential energy building up. He held me firm, not letting me over the edge, taking me beyond my imagined limits. Shaking and trembling, something big was on the horizon and my body knew it even if it could not comprehend. Pushing in, pulling out,. With the head firmly entrenched in her, he held his position and said to her, "Now fuck me cunt." She raised her ass off the bed, grabbed the cheeks of his ass and started a rhythm fucking motion with her body. She got most of his cock into her but still pleaded with him "Please help me, fuck me please" You are a fucking slut, aren't you? You like my skinny cock don't you bitch." Beth had never been treated like this before. Her husband was always the perfect gentleman, especially in bed. She.