. ab sahaa nahi jaataa, phir jiju ne mujhe letaa diyaa aur mere dono jaangho ke bich baith gaye.. us ne apane lund kaa supaadaa meri chut se sataa diy...a, ab mujhe aisaa lagaa jaise wo lund naa ho kar koi dahakataa huaa rod ho, phir jiju ne mujhe pakad kad jor se dhakkaa lagaayaa aur unaka aadhaa lund mere chut ko chirataa huaa andar chalaa gayaa aur mujhe aisaa lagaa ki meri chut phat gayi hai aur dard se mai mar jaungi aur mai jor jor se chillane lagi.. jiju plij apanaa lund baahar nikaalo. " Reluctantly, I turned around and Ms. Bordon got a look at me. She saw the shame on my face and then she looked down. Her big red lips formed an O as she stared at my crotch. Unconsciously, she ran her red nails across her collar bone. "Oh, Jeffrey, don't be embarrassed, this is common for children your age." I'm not a child." I shot back with fury. The shame of exposure had pushed me over the edge. I was not the kind of kid that would normally talk back to a teacher, not in anger. . She thought it was a ball gag and a thrill of fear went through her.She had experience of them and loved yet feared ball gags.When right they could be thrillingly disabling.When wrong they could be brutally damaging.What he had in his hand was bigger than she expected and had no straps of any kind.It was a pool ball and he held it before her eyes so she could inspect the shiny perfection of it as he turned it round and round for her to see.He took her top lip between his teeth and pulled. I knew I had to say something intelligent, something that wouldn’t make me look like an idiot. “I want sex” I blurted out, oh shit did I just say that. I got up and went to run off, I got to the door and looked back to see him smiling at me with his arms open. I ran at him, jumping and kissing him deeply, we pulled at each other’s clothes till we was naked and I pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and slowly trying to lower on his cock “fuck that’s big” I said as I got off and spat.