” Thrak set me before him, lifted his kilt, and his massive cock thrust at my lips. His hand held my head, pulling me to his dick. A bone ring pierc...d the tip. Precum leaked out. He rubbed his cock on my mouth.Not sure what else to do, I opened my mouth and sucked on the tip. His dick was thicker than Spray's. My little, halfling mouth couldn't open wide enough to swallow it. But I could suck on the tip and run my tongue over it, tasting his salty precum and brushing his piercing. His precum. Her hair was long if slightly wild and frizzy and compared to Jess, she did not attract male glances at all when next to Jess, looking a bit older than her years if the truth be told. Still, I thought she wasn’t too bad and always complimented her when we were out together.She’s also, unfortunately, a bit of a moaner in that she tends to see everything that happens to her in life as some sort of personal affront or insult. Normally Jess, Andy and I laugh this off; it’s just Claire being Claire,. I can honestly say I never liked trains: the size, the smell, the sounds they make. As I approached the platforms, my comrades saluted my presence, and with as much eagerness as children on Christmas morning, turned attention back to the advancing diesel. At the same time the train penetrated the cast iron gates and entered the compound, I suddenly noticed how uncomfortable my uniform was, how starched and stiff the fabric felt against my skin. My comrades were all around me, waiting, ready. I went to school and got good grades, never touched drugs or alcohol, and never even talked to the boys who I thought would try ‘bad things’ with me. I was a virgin, and I was fucking unhappy about it. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. At night I would lay awake touching myself, and thinking of all these different sex scenarios. I watched hours upon hours of porn, and was wet from the moment I woke up till the moment I went to sleep. I needed to be fucked. But none of the boys I knew, would.