He loved every aspect of city life, it was what he was accustomed to, and he desired nothing else. It was this city, his city, that was the first to i...troduce this concept of schools teaching sex, he remembered it happening only nine years ago, when The Academy opened its intercourse branch of the school. He never dreamed that he would attend, but applying was a last-ditch effort. His mother died in a car accident last year, and he never had a father, leaving the bills to be his sole. I nearly apologised but checked myself in time. He was so tight I could feel the circulation in my finger being pinched off but I worked it steadily into him, past the first knuckle, then the second until I was all the way inside. At once I set to work breaking him in, firmly thrusting my finger in and out of his hitherto undefiled orifice, all the while gagging to get on with it. The situation, however, called for patience. I was determined to make it as pleasurable a deflowering as humanly. And with that she dropped on his cock, taking it all in at once. The two moaned together, Emily’s sensitive clit slapping Tom’s stomach. She started lifting herself again and dropped back into him. She started with shorter faster strokes now, each time she dropped her clit impaled onto his skin. Tom wasn’t going to last long and neither was Emily. She soon came. Her juices so abundant, they dripped onto Tom and ran down his cock. Tom couldn’t take it as he came inside her pussy, a flood of cum.. But then I remembered something else. "I have no idea what we'll do for your costume." Don't you worry, I'll get all that figured out," she smiled sweetly. "Girls are good at things like that."Her face changed and she gave me a quizzical look. "But I thought you didn't want to go to the party."I wobbled my head and shrugged. "Why stay holed up in the house all the time? Besides, who wants to sit around and listen to that dumb ding-dong ding-dong all night long? And who knows? Maybe I'll meet a.