My laugh only seems to enrage him, and he motions his friends to let go of my arms.He shoves me back into the lockers, hard, and my head hits head, ja...ring my neck. I slide to the ground, still laughing weakly. It's just so stupid, so goddamn pointless. All of it. He's screaming at me to get up, and then he's kicking me. I shield my body a little, reflexively, gasping as his foot swings into my stomach and pushes the breath out of me.I taste blood, and realise I must've cut my mouth when he. Sheleaned in, and the head of her cock invaded my hole. It didn't reallyhurt. It felt a little odd for something that big to go in, instead ofout. When she had fully seated herself inside, my ass felt VERY full."Are you ok, pussy boy?"I nodded. She began to fuck me slowly. It didn't feel bad, or muchlike anything. Then a little faster, with short strokes. It wasdifferent, and my ass was relaxing, getting used to her inside me.Then some long strokes. They felt good, actually. After a few. ‘What do YOU want to do, Trace?’ Tracie grinned. She loved it when he consulted her about even the littlest decision. She smirked a little wickedly. ‘Well, now that I’ve got a few shots in me and this weather’s no longer such a pain in the ass, maybe we could head over to the high school.’ Denver High. It had a nice, darkened parking lot, plenty of trees, and lots of escape routes. Perfect for a couple or two wanting some quality time in the backseats of their cars. Aaron frowned. ‘You know. “Unngh… no, please.” Margie collapsed against me as my fingers drifted over her belly and explored the groove in her delicate lace. “Brett, I have to tell you something.” “Mmm-hmm.” My cock was trapped and screaming for release. I ground the long, sideways lump into the small of her back. “Ohhhhh…” Her hands reached back, groping for my buttocks when my fingers slipped inside her panties. Margie’s breathing became deep and ragged as I massaged her folds and rolled a fat nipple between my.