She attached the nipple clamps to each other, her right nipple to mine and my right nipple to hers and every time one of us moved it would pull the ch...ins on the other.We moaned like whores and took the dildos hard for what seemed like 45 minutes or an hour, who would be counting when the waves of pleasure were this intense. We could feel ourselves building to an amazing orgasm as I wrapped my legs around my mistress then she came close and pressed her tits against my body and our chains rubbed. I groaned from the pit of my stomach when I felt it and pushed my ass into his face, wanting more, needing more, hoping he would never stop. “My pussy needs attention” said Anna as she turned over on her back and pulled my head greedily into her pussy. I could hardly breath since she pushed my face so hard into he I got into a routine of deeply licking her pussy and then circling her clitoris and her gasps told me I was more than doing my job. My face was buried in pussy and my ass was getting. Blane was a surfer, and was the quintessential surfer stereotype. He was a little slow, somewhat stupid, but was handsome. At 6’ he was the tallest in the group, he had blond hair that curled up at the ends. He had icy blue eyes and a surfer’s build.“Hey, Lynn” Blane said back to the little asian girl. The three walked in together and into their homeroom. Once inside, they met up with Haley Reynolds, the other member of the group. Haley and Pierce were each other's gender counterparts. Both. Well, MY father had a garden variety (maybe six inch) dick! (What boy never got a glance of his father's penis, growing up?)My high school was a five year high school, meaning the 8th grade, was Frosh, instead of the ninth grade. (Actually, both were frosh, but ninth graders called themselves "fresh" to avoid confusion.)So, here I was, playing football, one fine October Saturday morning, when this play occurs, and I got blindsided so badly, I didn't come out of my coma until Tuesday, ten days.