But the feeling of another aroused body strapped to my own made it very difficult. I felt as if my sex was beating with a rhythm of its own, pulsing ...nside its steel prison like a living thing with its own heartbeat. I ground my pelvis, trying to stimulate myself, but the smooth steel of the chastity belt was impervious to my attempts. I was conquered, and the feeling was delicious. I stopped moving and let myself go limp, panting and whimpering into my gag.It did not take long for. We had moved every year for the last six years. Some schools placed me in honors classes and others placed me in with the slow k**s where I was bored to death. That moving around a lot and being in a different school every year is why I was eighteen and still had a year of school left. Mrs. Farr taught the slow k**s. This was 1980, things were different then. Anyway, I was in after school detention and Mrs. Farr was pretty upset that I was checking out her tits. "Go to my office, I am going. Then the bench was rolled a few feet into what appeared to be a closetand turned so my ass was against a wall. The door was closed and I was indarkness. Some light appeared around my mouth as a small window wasopened. Then it hit me. Trou de gloire meant Glory Hole."Remember I am watching," I heard Mistress say as a cock made its waythrough the window and right at my mouth. I knew I had no choice andopened to accept the intruder. My ass stung as it pushed against the backwall. But, not as much. “Then explode in her, Jenny!” whimpered my mother, her body bucking through her pleasure.That moment of release built fast. Adele’s asshole massaged my hard cock. She gripped me tight as I rammed to the hilt in her anal depths. The velvety friction caressed my sensitive crown. My pussy drank in the heat.My ovaries boiled.“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as I fired hot cum from my girl-dick.The jizz spurted with powerful blasts from my girl-cock. My pussy convulsed, waves of rapture mixing with the.