After my fourth abortive relationship with some moneyed clown, I’d had enough. I informed my parents that I was transferring, and I’d wait tables ...f I had to in order to pay for it. I’d poured myself into my studies, so I had the grades, and I chose to go to Penn. My parents was taken aback at my determination and acquiesced. Being an Ivy League school, Penn isn’t exactly like Penn State or Michigan or some other such state university, but it was a whole different world from Bryn Mawr. I. Instead of pushing him back, her hand seemed to slide over his chest. And she could not divert her eyes from his pulsating meat.As if pulled by some magnetic force in his cock, she slid down his body to her knees in front of her son. Then that same force pulled her towards him and she lovingly kissed the tip of his penis. She tasted the pre cum that had already started oozing out before he had left his own room. She licked it from the tinny pee slit and then started kissing down the side of his. Soon she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to pull my cock out from my boxers, so she undid my belt. I naturally lifted my waist up as she tugged on my pants to pull them down. So there I was partially trapped underneath a car, with a hot blonde stroking my cock, only in my boxer shorts. As she traced her hand up and down my cock, she commented on how big it was and how big the wet spot was from all the pre-cum. I think I was only able to stifle a few moans and groans at this time. Soon. Other boys agreed with him, and a fresh cock nudged into my wet slit, along with a new cock in my mouth. I lay rocking for ages, new cocks changing with used ones, and me screaming with delight every time I came for them until most had enjoyed me. Then Richard decided they needed to get me down and onto the bed. I was all for that, nice and comfortable.Somebody wiped my face and cum-splattered boobs. Pillows were piled onto the bed, and I was lay face down over them. My wrists were clipped.