I turned around to give him a look at my ass, then turned back so he could see my pussy, barely hidden by the thin material. When he surfaced I smiled...at him.“So, like what you saw?”“Absolutely. Looked very tasty.”“Oh, she is.”We both looked up as Kat walked out the door wearing only the bottom half of a bikini. Damn, I wish I owned a bikini. Then I realised what she had just said.“Do you know what I found out yesterday Jer?”“What's that?”“Jess, here, had never tasted another woman's pussy. But my fortress remained intact. “My, my, you are a tough bitch, Fifty-One.” “Should we start pulling finger nails?” Bill asked. “Naw,” the human said, “I’m getting the feeling that Fifty-One is used to pain. I think she might actually like it.”“Are you a little masochistic bitch, Fifty-One?” Big Bill asked me. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t enjoying a thing they were doing to me, but they were right to an extent, I was no stranger to pain. “As much as we’d love to test the limits of your. She was only 18 then and beautiful. And boy could she fuck. She loved sex so much. We made love almost every night, collapsing in each others arms when we were done. But somehow life got into our way. Sex became less frequent, less fulfilling. I felt there had to be more in sex, then in the sex life we were sharing. I needed more! But what to do? There are plenty of women out in the world, should I have an affair? Who with and how? I found I was fantasizing about sex with others constantly. I. " "Know what? AHH!" I say as he yanks my hair harder, forcing my head up to meet his gaze. "Know what you're going to do for your grade." He then unbuttons and unzips his pants, allowing for his big cock to escape from its confines. I could only stare. The head of his dick was bigger than anything I'd ever seen before. I wanted it in my mouth, but I didn't want it this way. No. This way was wrong. Sick. "Suck." "W-what? No! No, I won't do this Professor, you can't ma-!" I cut off, not being.