" On the word "pussy" he thrust his hard black meat all the way in, splitting my wet, swollen vagina open. It felt so good, but I knew it was wrong. H... was my 40 year old principal, and I was his 15 year old student. I still had pig tails, and braces, but in truth that was the only part of me that still looked like a little girl. I had really filled out over the summer. My 38 inch chest supported my hefty D cups, and my 22 inch waist curved smoothly into my 36 inch hips which were perfect for. " "Oh yeah," she said, her hand on my leg, her fingers stroking the inside of my thigh "I want to hear more about that," Shayla said as she took her glasses off. I closed my eyes and she sucked gently on my breast. Her fingers were moving closer to my pussy. I wondered if she could smell my desire. "Did you have sex with these friends?" she asked before kissing my nipple again. "Yes." Kiss "The women too?" "Yes." Kiss. "Did you like it?" "Yes." Kiss. "Do you want to have sex with me?" she. It was obvious that my daughter knew her way around a cock. Her stimulation of the ultra-sensitive band of nerves just behind the head caused my legs to jerk like frog legs in a frying pan. I nearly went over the edge when she lowered her head and dropped a mouthful of warm spit on my cock to lubricate it.It was impossible to take in everything that was happening on the screen. A dozen people were involved in a variety of sex acts - gay, straight and everything in between but I no longer cared.. He told me it was my job to take care of that, every morning, and I did exactly as I was told. He said I would have to take every drop down my throat and not waste any of it, none ever escaped me. That afternoon, we were in the barn stacking bales of hay. He walked up to me and said, "do you know what I want from my little slut?" I told him no. He told me that was a shame, because since I didn't know I was going to be punished. I didn't quite understand what he meant, until he jerked my.