He stood up and pulled off his shorts and bent over andsaid, "Fuck me! I want it here and now."You didn't have to twist my arm. He spread his cheeks...and I could see thathe had this well planned. He was already well lubed up. I moved uptowards his crack and rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his butt. Hegrabbed my raging hardon on and pushed back on my cock and sunk it to thehilt into his no longer virgin hole.I couldn't hold back. I started to pound his greasy hole with my nowgreasy. In those days, they were ex drill instructors, or had the mentality of same. They were only concerned with discipline and constantly humiliating or embarrassing us.Only twice did she ever do anything that could have been considered the least bit sexual, and both seemed to be more playful than erotic.On one occasion, she and Miss Roberts were in the pool, giving groups of boys individual instruction. She was standing in front of me, showing me how to perform a particular stroke. She had me put. Hungrily I licked and sucked and explored, drinking deep of your juices. One hand kneaded your ass while the other wandered, reaching under your blouse, under your bra and explored your breasts and nipples. You again rewarded me as you climaxed on my tongue.As I continued to lap at you, my face covered in your juice, your fingers in my hair pressing my face deeper and deeper into you, I heard you saying over and over again, “fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.” The very first words I had heard you. 'regret it?' eventually appeared on my screen.'no but feel v v guilty' I replied, honestly.'me too can we meet 2mrrw to talk it thru?' Penny asked.'not easy 4 me wt time?''8am ok?''ok' I typed. There was an even longer pause.'not sorry. Hope u r not' Penny's words twisted the knot in my chest further.'I want you' I typed and pressed 'send'. I was aghast at myself. Where had the guilt and remorse suddenly gone?After a minute, my phone beeped once again. I looked nervously at the screen.'I want u.