I could feel her swallowing around my twitching prick and that was fucking fantastic. She let my dick slide from her mouth when she'd finished sucking...me dry. The way that she was grinding her geriatric crotch against my face I knew that she too was close and I redoubled my efforts to get her off. It didn't take long before she was writhing on top of me moaning loudly as she started to cum. What the fuck, did she just bite me? Her teeth were clamped down on my inner thigh as she convulsed above. Only Lessa could provide the friendship, comfort, and security she needed, and only some random guy could give her the sexual release she needed.Maybe she should try a dog.Laughing at that thought, Shelly approached the door to the main cafeteria/rec room. Stopping, she composed herself. She had to project an aura of happiness and sexual confidence, while at the same time letting everyone know she wasn't some slut who'd be up for a gang bang later. It was a fine line, and one of the reasons she. The three of us were hustled off to a Quonset hut area behind the small air terminal. There were more crude dirty looking mats on the floor. I was taken to a table and tied to the leg sitting on the floor. I was bound both arms and legs, and couldn't move. The girls were thrown to the mats and all 8 guys set upon them. I watched as my wife's legs were pushed open and a giant black cock was forced into her pussy. Another guy just started mouth fucking her, while two more violently played with. "What the hell is this?!" I shrieked.Thinking he's all funny, he replies, "This is your paper."I roll my eyes and snap, "Yeah. I know, genius. What's with the C?" The thing is, Ms. Boyd," he starts, "is that your story lacks any trace of ambiance or character development."I exploded, "What?! That's a lie! Did you even read the damn thing?"He got up and started walking towards his in-class office."I'm sorry, Ms. Boyd. What's done is done."I followed him into the office."You don't understand," I.