She suppressed a scream as the pain brought tears to her eyes. The guy manhandling her head forced his tip back into her mouth. "Try not to gag this t...me you fucking slut," the guy said, beginning to thrust into her throat.She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what was happening to her, as one of the guys dropped over her body, lining himself up missionary position with her. She held her breath, desperately trying not to gag as the cock slid in and out of her throat. She could feel. Her stomach must have been black and blue from the prodding of my rampant cock. I kept grabbing her buttocks to pull her against me and she responded nicely by digging her fingernails into my hands. Now I know this can be a sign of passion but it Nicola's case it definitely was not. It was more of a 'stop groping me, you insensitive ape' kind of signal. Needless to say I didn't get the message until she stomped hard on my foot and said, "Piss off! You smell like a wet dog." Now it may surprise. I made up a category of one. But even then, they tried to force me to assume a role. I became the weird girl.On all three areas of growth, Academic, Social, and Humanistic, I refused to follow the path. Academically, I kept my head down and sought anonymity. I earned straight C's without breaking a sweat. I was thought of as a solid student but actually, I simply never tried. They probably thought that I was too smart to be stupid, but not smart enough to excel academically. I'd probably get. . bad. I'll have to punish you for that!" He made a grab for her just as she was slipping off the bed. She landed on the floor with a loud thump, but eluded him."You're not going to do any such thing to me, damn you!"In spite of herself, she was beginning to enjoy this chasing around. It speeded up her heart and give her cheeks a rosy glow. She was breathing heavily when he finally caught her--when she finally let him catch her.With all the oil on her hands, she could have slipped away from his.