After a few minutes she was moaning, “Oh baby you goingto make me cum baby” then she said, “I’m cumming baby,I’m fucking...cumming!”I knew what she wanted so I fastened my mouth to hersweet cunt and let her fill my mouth with her hot,tasty nectar and swallowed every drop of her cuntjuice. She now had my head clamped between her legs andwas hollering, “More bitch, make me cum some more” andI was enjoying making her cum, so I went back to eatingher. And a good-looking pussy, too. It was very neatly trimmed, andthe lips seemed to pout out at him sexily. He nudged the pouting fleshwith his finger, and a shot of electricity ran through his body. Hisbreath picking up, he touched it again, and the result was the same. Eachtime he brought his finger against that sensitive little nub hidden by asimple fold of flesh, he grew more and more aroused, and the air chilledhis sex as it grew wetter and wetter."I gotta ask Chris how this thing works," he. "So what did the `gynea' say?" asked Steve. "There's nothing wrong physically. I could conceive quite readily if only I, -" She fell silent and tears filled her eyes as she failed to finish the sentence. Steve wanted to hug her to him but Vicky stood from the table and stumbled intothe bedroom. Steve knew her problems of course and silently continued eating. It would only compound her problems if he tried to somehow comfort her in thebedroom. It was hard enough for Vicky to let. He claimed it was all impossible despite the evidence, my massive futa-dick, to the contrary. It left me feeling crushed. How could I live my life if every woman I came across wanted to have sex with me?Were driven to fuck me.It had to disrupt their lives. They didn’t appear to have any self-control. It compelled them to have sex with me or with others. To do things they would never do. Normal people didn’t just dive into an orgy during college, like what happened during my first class this.