Alas,for all my efforts, Brad and his gang of in-breds ran after me andsurrounded me."Trying to get away, faggot! You are so gay and gay people need t...learn a lesson!" By this time some of the girls from the bus came alongand told the boys to leave me alone, as if I needed the additionalhumiliation of being defended by girls. I did appreciate their efforts,but it made me feel even weaker. The six guys from Brad's gang pushedone of their members into the circle. "Go on, hit the fag!" theyshouted. You are fairly inexperienced in this department, but you could tell this felt way better than any other girl you had been with. The only peculiarity was her tendency to direct you, despite you having a few inches and at least 30-40 pounds on her. She was constantly on top and moving you around. If that was strange, you hardly noticed, as this was something you've wanted for a long time.Fast-forward to today. While Ashley had no problem calling herself your girlfriend, you've seen no action in. A pink hair band held her long locks out of her face and made her look all the more adorable.To her other side was Monica, the smallest of the class, and a silent one. Though she didn’t need to be, she was in my opinion the most intelligent one out of the whole bunch. She did, however, fit the nerd image quite well, with her black page cut and silver rimmed glasses. The jeans and plain blue t-shirt encouraged that impression.I had to walk into the room to get a good look at the other two girls.. Meat began humping frantically, and it all but gagged her to try and keep up with him, but she managed to adjust the movement of her head to the same rhythm of his humping, so that she didn't have to take too much dog-peter in her mouth at one time. She wouldn't have minded if it hadn't been so thick it wouldn't slide easily down her throat.And the come!It was magnificent!It was better tasting than the fancy-fucking Davis'!I was richer than three-balled Robbie Lester's!It was more copious than.