She also kept getting sent to the principal's office. Almost every other day she would get in trouble for talking in class, mouthing off to the nuns a...d other acts of defiance. Each time she would come back to class with a sore ass and a smug little smile on her face. Often she would offer to show me her freshly beaten buttocks. I was always too shy to accept. One day Sister Bridgette gave us an assigment. She asked us to split into groups of two, research a subject and write a report on it.. However, Kyla was dismissive of what she called her ‘balloons’, saying that they caused constant problems and had always brought her unwelcome attentions. Ever since they had swelled out in her teens, she had been pestered by boys and men, all of them convinced that if only they got their hands on her tits and give them a good grope, she would spread her legs for them like some simple child’s toy – press a button here, and it pops open there.‘Well, I like them – very, very much’, whispered. It was over seven thick inches and straight as an arrow surrounded by a thick patch of kinky black hair. He saw that I was kneading my cock. “My name’s Randy,” he said in a whisper. “Hi, Randy,” I responded, “my name is Bob. I’d shake your hand but I can see that you’re busy.” He chuckled at my stupid joke and then sat back in his chair so I could get a good look at his cock. In a place like that, normal social conventions fly right out the window so I wasn’t the least bit hesitant to. It was the hardest most intense orgasmI’ve ever had. We kissed on the tail end of our orgasmsand hugged each other as our bodies tensed in ecstasy. Finally Nikky collapsed on me, we were both exhausted.We woke up the next morning, the cabin reeked of sweatand cum. “We should shower, we probably shouldn’t dothis again, I’m not on the pill.” Nikky said liftingher head with a concerned look. I’m not sure what I wasthinking but I kissed her. Before she knew what.