Some of them were real girls from school who happened to be in other classes, including Amy, Katherine, and Janice. But most of them seemed to be comp...ete figments of his imagination.He went to the front of the class and stood there, right next to a trembling Christine.Ms. Morgan leaned forward on the other side of her desk, eagerly awaiting for the two of them to begin.He could tell what he was supposed to do: fuck Christine on the teacher's desk. But he was confused. Everyone appeared to have. It also gave him a view of Jo's back. He could see the t-shirt stopped above the line of her panties, a very low rise red bikini with white horizontal stripes and white trim around the seams. As she sat, he could see the top of her butt crack as the material was stretched to try and cover her seated position. He tried very hard to concentrate on the TV and dinner, but her butt crack drew most of his attention, causing his cock to harden and his hand to entertain it at varying intervals.Jo. I don’t think my nipples ever got so hard. God, I felt so free…and so lewd.”We started back to the truck.“Are you wet?”“Oh, yes!” “We can’t let that go to waste. Did you get off on the log long? That wasn’t in the script.”“I knew I was going to do it when we checked the place out. I just didn’t tell you.”“Was it good? It sure made me hard!”“It turned me on because I knew it was turning you on. It was smooth enough. I could have cum I think if I’d been brave enough to keep going.”We’d just come. Back and forth. I was practically dripping onto the bed. She pressed the gigantic head inside. Fuck, it felt so good, but I wanted more. More! Holding my legs up, she slowly pressed deeper and deeper. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God… left my mouth in short, shallow breaths, as I could feel the dildo pressing in. It was so deep already and it just kept going in, stretching my tight pussy wider and wider. I felt so incredibly fucking full. Fuck, I gasped as it pushed into my cervix. I had taken.