I was Valedictorian of my graduating class at Boston College High School. Many of the other students were jealous of me. I chose Boston Metro Tech par...ly because I knew most of them wouldn’t go there. My chief rival, Lucas Slade, is a third-generation Boston College High School alumnus. He’s an Irishman with teutonic looks. Tall, lean, blond-haired and blue-eyed. He was the captain of the Football team and also the Vice President of the Men in Engineering Club. When he learned that I wouldn’t. "Take that cock slut," someone yelled. "Fuck him, see how hot she looks? Look at that cock in her pussy? What a great fucking whore"For my part , I kept sucking Bill's cock as Jim pounded my pussy. Hearing the talk in the room just made me hornier. Jim kept fucking me into Bill's cock. His thrusts got harder. "Ugh, ugh, ugh,,.." I grunted around Bill's cock with each thrust. I could feel Bill's cock start to stiffen. I knew he was about to cum. "I'm going to cum," he said in warning. That was. Finally a man in a black truck slowed down and pulled over, she ran up to the truck and opened the door and got in, "Thank you so much for stopping! My car broke down and I'm freezing" she said as she shivered, the man introduced himself, "Not a problem, would you like me to take you into town? I'm Cor by the way." She shook her head yes and shook his hand and they drove off. They started making small talk, eventually becoming really comfortable with each other they talked about past. Everyone under him would kill and likely die for him. They were his brothers. He had allies. He could call on people if needed and they would show up and stand by him. He had people that owed him. If he reached out, they would do their best to repay what they owed.But he only had one friend, the man who was dying next to him.“You’ll tell her yourself. Hold on, Jim.”Jim’s panting grew rapid, louder and more shallow, speech following suit as it developed a low, gurgling undertone. “Tell her. Tell.