I was a legend by the time I was a senior in my small, private high school with my perfect C-cup tits, my sculpted ass, and my famous "oops-I-didn't-k...ow-this-skirt-violated-the-dress-code" slutty little outfits. I knew how to strut my stuff, I was a cheerleader of course, I was a straight-A student, and I wanted to fuck everything that moved. Seriously, I was wet all the fucking time, and I loved controlling the whole school with my (shaved) pussy. And then I was a freshman in college...no. Henry was being savagely eaten out by a female assistant, while one of the males (the bald one who inserted the butt plug in Ben) had his cock down her throat. He, in turn was being fucked in the ass by another male assistant. It had all gone completely out of control.But still Ishtar continued the unimaginable fucking. It was as if his entire mind had been stuffed deeply up God's glorious pussy, then turned inside out and fucked with His most amazing God-cock.The vision of Madamoiselle Poirot. . mmmm ... this is Tommy Figaro, my ... uh ... driver." I was moaning softly as the experience of having Paul see me getting fucked like this brought another little climax."Yeah. How ya doin?" Tommy asked, never missing a stroke."Tha-Tha's my wife ... you're drivin' there!" Paul slurred just a little. He shook his head and turned around, wandering out of the room mumbling drunkenly and I giggled."You're gonna marry that guy?" Tommy jammed his long prick inside me hard, as if to make his. Women's underwear felt different. Thematerial was softer and smoother. The colours were prettier. Sometimesthere were bits of lace. In fact quite different from boys' underwear atthat time. And of course, it was FORBIDDEN. Boys didn't wear prettyknickers.My cousin was now a confident young woman certainly not the flat chestedlittle girl I remembered. I was surprised to find that she had moved backto this area. She invited me to come round to her house for a drink onthe following Friday evening..