It was smooth, yet firm. Inch after inch slowly passed into my mouth, filling me. I let his hot cock touch the back of my throat, preparing myself for...him to press it further into me. Instead he placed his hands on my ribs and pulled out again, repeating this for a few seconds while I writhed on the bed. I enjoyed sucking cock; I enjoyed the feeling of empowerment that came from being able to make a guy cum all over your tongue with nothing but your lips, having total control over him. This. A week inthe Bahamas! I have to admit it hadn't been difficult. All Jack had tosay was that it would help me to feel better about my visit with myparents; and that convinced me. I didn't even care that we had spentpremium price for tickets at the last minute. I had never been to theBahamas. And now I was going! I stood in line holding my ticket in myhand. The only luggage bags we carried were our gym bags. 'Keep itsimple' Jack had said. And he was right. It felt great to just grab abag, pack my. She’s lead such a sheltered life, the poor dear. I'll bet she’s not even sure what this is.” I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the party— the crazy syncopation of Ethel Water’s recording, all the people talking, the sounds of heeled shoes on the floor—all wash over me. I don’t know how long I sat there, but it was long enough that my head stopped spinning as it had been. I started to perk up a little. So when Doris came over and sat down beside me, I smiled back at her. She put her hand on. ”She hit post.“Well, slut, shall we get to school and have fun?” I asked her.She beamed at me, my spunk streaking across her face. She looked so depraved. That wholesome, fresh-face cheerleader painted in my spunk. I had soiled her. I loved it. I finished zipping up my jeans as we strolled off the porch.“Have fun at college, honey,” my mother called. “Try to stay out of trouble.”I threw a look over my shoulder and said, “Oh, we will. I want to do something I should've done yesterday.”“Okay,.