You would pull off, only to sit back down, the feelings were great, and you imagined it was Grampa Dan’s cock fucking you. The bed post became the n...ghtly ritual for you, except when you were on your period. Even then, unless you were cramping too much, your fingers found their way to your small, hard bump, and rubbed the clit until you orgasmed. Cum, as the girls called itSome of your friends claimed they were having sex. You were 14 and your parents were not ready to let you date. All you. What did it mean? Was it nausea or elation? I kept reflecting on the feelings I had experienced, and how I never felt anything so powerful, so wonderful in my whole life. Was it just a freak thing, or was it my sister that caused them? I questioned my sexuality, and my feelings for my sister until I felt like I was on the brink of insanity. What scared me the most was that the only person who could understand, the only person who I could talk to about it was the one person I couldn’t bear to. Lunch break was a time of feast for the hungry and for most boys, the dinner ladies provided both discipline as well as humour. Fat and jolly, with large serving spoons, green coated and turbaned head they dished out the lunchtime meals.For me, and now I knew, others, it offered an opportunity to masturbate in the knowledge that the general population were fully occupied with feeding their faces. I cut across the courtyard to the Gym block and let myself in to my favourite little place, the. "As soon as he took a step forward I sprung at him, dodging his club and jumping to plant my right hand knife in his eye socket. I heard it pop and fluid spattered all over me as I pulled back. I vaguely heard it bellow as I cautiously edged out of my room and looked toward the front door. I saw the smaller ogre (though small ogre is somewhat of an oxymoron) standing before the open door taunting the vampire."Goresmaak will eat her quickly and then we will smash you," it promised, drooling..