The place was dark and deserted. Jas looked me straight in the eye and said, we can stay here for a little while and have some fun or we can go on to ...he next town and drop me off, it was all up to me, stay or go!I sat there knowing I wanted Jas badly but also feeling so vulnerable, who knew what they could do to me. My lust got the better of me, it overruled my head, I looked at Jas then at Kay and said, I think I'll stay for a while. They both smiled at me and Jas said good girl we knew you'd. " You roll onto your stomach, displaying your luscious ass to best advantage. "And if you're honest, you know you want to fuck my ass, too. Don'tcha?"You lazily trail your fingers over your round little ass. "Imagine that monster cock buried in that!"You roll over again. His eyes rake over your curves and he smiles. You kiss him deeply, lots of tongue action, and your hand glides over his chest to cup his balls. His cock jumps and you kiss him again, your breast rubbing against his upper arm.. " I hit the light to see her turn around looking sexier than I could have ever imagined. She had a pink half t-shirt on that had Betty Boop on the front of it. The t-shirt was tight enough to outline her enormous breasts and glorious silver dollar nipples. The thong panties she had on were so small in the front that little bits of pubic hair peaked out of their pink lacy home. The sight made me throb that much more which increased the squirts of pre-cum I was using to lubricate my stroking. Hinkle no longercared. His fat balls slapped the boy's chin as the dickwedged itself in the teen's throat, stretching it, hurting it. Mr. Kyle wheezedand chortled. Holy Fuck, this was living! Fucking a teenage boy's facewas Heaven. Mr. Hinkle didn't think of himself as a child molester. No, he thought ofhimself as en enabler. He was helping this boy get intocollege. It was atrade off. Just before he shot his filthy load, Mr. Hinkle pulled out. He let his prick pulse for a moment, and then it.