I sat in the stands and put on my headset. I hadn’t done any drawing since I got here. Allison and I left right after my match yesterday. Now I had ...ime and the inclination to sketch as I watched the action. I did do a few player sketches, but I found myself daydreaming and snapped out of it when I saw I’d sketched a truly beautiful torso and pair of elegant breasts. I closed my sketchbook and tried to think who those beauties belonged to. When I figured it out, I got hard.Overall, it didn’t. Her scent was spell binding. I couldn’t wait any longer, I put my mouth over her dripping wet pussy and began to suck every ounce their into my mouth. Her juices were like having a delicacy. I continued sucking, licking, and probing every inch of loins as she started thrusting her hips harder and harder into my mouth. Her breathing became louder. Her hands reached to my head and pushed down as she moaned and I fell my mouth filling with the spectacular juices coming from her orgasm. She moaned. Anger boiled in me when I left my last class. I marched out, ready to leave school behind. I stomped through the crowds. Girls jumped out of my way in mock fear, gasping about how they didn’t want to be forced.“No, no, you can’t have my cherry!” one girl gasped. As if that slut still had hers.When I burst outside, I spotted one of the futa-nerds I hated most. Candice Vance. She was walking along with Ginny. The first week of school, Ginny had been in the Program. I had wanted her cherry. I had. ” She became more animated. “So who all watches? Your dad? Your friends? How about my brother? Does he get to watch too?” “No way, not your brother...” Charlie responded defensively. “Not nobody. I'm the only one who even knows the camera can look at anything other than the driveway.” Still pressing, Sandy asked, “So, your dad doesn't get to watch?” “Unh uh. He'd kill me if he knew I was watching you.” “Well, I hope its been worth the risk.” Sandy was feeling warmth between her legs. What all.