I wanted to scream out, but couldn't make a sound as his it pushed even deeper. I thought it would be painful, but it was as if he was pushing me to ... new level of pleasure.Soon, I could feel his balls pressing against my own as he ground his crotch into my ass. I felt like I could pass out from the combined pressure and pleasure of that amazing piece of meat that filled me so completely. It was well over a foot of cock, and I could feel my insides rearranging to accommodate his girthy. He ran his hands up her thighs and around her pussy, looking at the glistening hole and he could tell she was getting wet. He brushed a knuckle across her clit and she whimpered and squirmed trying to push against it. He moved away from her pussy and grabbed his riding crop and started running that up and down her thighs, lightly brushing it over her clit and across her breasts, watching her face for reaction. She continued to squirm. Trey shouted, "Stop moving!" He smacked one breast with the. But this was different. The dildo seemed to be unsure of itself. I immediately chastised myself for thinking this, it is merely a machine, how can it feel anything? Still, there was a feeling to me that this dildo was eager to enter me and give me yet another mind bending orgasm, but it did not yet have the courage. Brian did say that it would get faster, until then I planned on enjoying the more soothing rhythm brought by this machine. It had not yet sped up when I began to really enjoy it.. Teachers do not count, in my opinion. Nor do the two jocks who are willing and brave enough to pull this stunt of wearing dresses with petticoats.My friends seem to be avoiding me. I wonder why. eye-rollI’ve divested myself of the petticoats, and the two jocks have changed back into their typical jeans and shirts. It did make me laugh to see them like that. I hope someone got pictures and they end up in the yearbook.I can’t wait for the school day to end. This day is proving to be too tedious.