A big fucking football helmet! Enough of this i thought as i struggled pulled his underwear off that was impaled on his cock. Finally it sprung out in...all it’s magnificent glory. God it was huge. I wasted not time in starting to lick his cock head. Then opened wide as i slid this enormous thing in my tiny mouth. It was about all i do to get it in. I began working my lips and tongue on the head of his penis. Soon he began to moan and his body stiffened , i was just starting to feel comfortable. Rachel could still recall all the shocking details. “Sit down.” Miss Turner had commanded as she locked the door to her room. I’m going to give you a choice of punishment and if you don’t make a fuss I won’t tell your parents that their daughter is a dirty little dyke. I presume you know what a dyke is?” “Yes Miss.” Rachel had nearly started to cry at the sight of the cane on the desk in front of her, “Now do you want the cane or do you want this.” Rachel had been startled as her teacher had. You can tell by my smile that I’m not even thinking about that or anything other than the fingers holding open my two orifices. Those fingers were supplied by four different men. But while I was very much aware of my much helped exposure, I can still remember the delightful feel of male hands touching me everywhere, thighs, breasts, buns, even arms, feet, calves, and some guy supporting my head. There were sixteen men there and about fourteen partially in the picture. Could a girl want. Try as he might, he couldn't remember anyone entering the pool during the afternoon shift. Surely it wasn't something one of the kids brought in for show and tell; a child couldn't really appreciate something so well made. George took a look around to see if anyone was watching him, which he immediately thought to be stupid since he was completely alone, then strummed one of the strings lightly.It sounded strangely familiar to George even though it was unlike any instrument he had ever heard.