What was wrong with me? I was into girls. Not futas. I did the fucking.When the others did emerge in fifteen or so minutes, they all looked happy and ...atiated. They didn’t seem much interested in doing PE, just sort of drifting across the gym, girls clutching to futas, all coming down from the high of their lovemaking.My third class, communication, wasn’t any better. More girls teasing me. Mocking me. I wanted to scream in frustration. The futas weren’t any better. They called me cock-sucker. I got assigned to the north part of the country no where near the Plaza. I would have to run by after work, I decided. I spent my morning taking burglary reports. At that time of the day it was business owners, who found their stores broken into when they arrived for work. There was usually a couple of those every morning.Around noon I rode to the Northern Warren consolidated school. I didn't plan to stop, just to ride through the parking lot. At lunch time the upper grade students often went. Huffing and puffing I banged on the door, dripping sweat, ready to take what was mine, sweep my woman off her feet and take her to the back and make sweet sweet love to her (and that was honestly my intention).I banged loudly and the door popped open. Emily stood there in nothing but an oversized tee shirt, nipples popping through staring at me. All the well though out words were gone and I quickly lost all sense of feeling except for the well known feeling of the head of my cock wanting to. This time I cannot stop the scream that explodes from my body. "That's right," his thin lips are pulled back, his perfectly straight teeth bared like a vicious animal. " scream for me. I promise no one will hear you. And even if they do you'll only be attracting more customers for me. Why would anyone want to help a little whore like you?" His breaths start to catch in his throat and his face contorts and I know what is coming next. "I am going to come in you. Then my boys over there are going.