Her hand was once again bobbing up and down under the sheets rapidly, but her expression seemed quite shocked.“oh my god, that looks so scary” she...said“Yeah, that’s quite a challenging thing to get used to, it takes practice, but guys love it”“would you expect me to do that?” she asked, nervously“I’m a guy, aren’t I?” I said rhetorically.She pondered my response, yet kept her eyes glued to the unfolding scene. The guy fucking here face appeared to stiffen and unload down the girls throat, while. “Sorry, no safe words, slut. I guess you are going to have to just take it like a big girl.”After I had finished the second tit, Sarah had moved from whimpering to crying, I re-exampled her cunt clamps. It looked like her big toes have been doing some dancing and had managed to pull the clamps almost to the edge of her lips. I was forced to remove each clamp and reattach it correctly. There was a scream or two during the process. I congratulated myself on my decision not to gag her. She was. I mean, I did have to maintain my grades, so I still didn’t go looking for guys, or really even think about doing anything beyond masturbating, even though I was almost always wet walking around campus. But I did have one class freshmen year that was incredible boring. We just sat at tables while the professor droned on. I knew of several kids who fell asleep or texted or surfed the web on laptops. I usually used this class for other purposes. Generally I sat at the back table where no one else. ‘Why don’t you take off my pants for me and hang them on the dining room chair? And use that sexy strut you learned from your mother to keep me hard for you while you do it.’ I reached down and felt Ron’s big cock through his pants like a girl petting her first cock and I knew, right away, that he was as turned on for me as I was for him. It was a strong mutual attraction we had. I reached for his belt with my other hand and removed it while rubbing his cock and he rubbed my soft thigh. Then I.