It wasn't always this way. Back in high school, I was one of the bigshots on campus. It helped that I was big, literally. Six-foot-3, 290pounds, I was...a star offensive lineman. Sure, our team wasn't great, butthe football players run the school at every high school, and we were noexception. Mark was our quarterback and I was his left tackle/bodyguard.We got everything we wanted, and it was incredible. I knew it wouldn'tlast forever, but I'd hoped it would last a little longer.Neither Mark nor I. He listened to the rhythmic thumping of the wet slit against his pelvis and took in the scent of their musk wafting up from between them. "Yeaahhh!!!" he managed to groan as he let his eyes roll back and he felt the walls of her pussy clinch his cock-meat in a vice-like grip. Feeling the tug of her pussy every time she lifted her hips and then the slow but hard clash of her thighs when she dropped them. Her fingers locked behind his neck as she grunted and gave a lascivious grin. Her breasts. "I'm going to bed now, everyone. I persuaded Steve to come to the Labor Day Party, Mom, so you can stop worrying about that," offered Gwen as she made her way to the stairs."You must have some very remarkable powers of persuasion!" called Lisa, eliciting laughter from the other women present.Steve had to park his car down the street because the Anderson driveway was filled to capacity. Kate greeted him with a hug as he walked up the driveway."I'm so glad you came, Steve. I've got a few. “You’re insisting on a fisting, boy-o, and I am more than ready to make some terrible life choices right now,” Foley growled. In response, he closed the distance and hurled a powerful right hook, only to miss by a shameful margin. “Ah fuck.” The swordsman stepped back and lunged again, this time with a downward slash. It was once more stopped by Foley’s shield, with no apparent effort expended on his end. “Let’s try this again.” He knocked the sword out of the way and went in before another.