I started bobbing up and down on him while jacking him with one hand. With the other hand I started gently kneading his balls. I thought he was leakin... before, but now his cock was flooding my mouth with a stream of pre-cum. I felt him swell even more, and knew he was about to shoot in my mouth, so I backed off to cool him down a little. When I thought it was safe to continue, I climbed up on Shane and settled down on his cock till he was balls deep in me. I was so turned on fucking Shane in a. .' As I laid on my said I suffered as Mr. g. slid his huge old penis back and forth in my butt. Hot tears of shame and pity flowed from my eyes as Mr. G. had his way. After twenty minutes of grueling sex, Me G. whispered '..I'm almost there boy almost there. Roll over to your stomach, roll over...' I dared not protest as he pressed me over to my stomach and Mr. G was on my back. His feet parted my legs as he pressed the length of his penis deeper into my young butt. With a urgent pace, Mr G.. Then one day when I was 16, I got up my nerve and told mom I thought her breast were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and could I please, please touch them. She replied with the answer that most mother probably give. "Oh, honey, I am so flattered but no that would not be right." I was very disappointed but decided try "accidentally" to touch her.We still hugged a great deal and when we hugged and she was in her robe or nightgown I would position myself so I could squeeze her breast. I decided to ask him why we spent so much time on sexual mechanics and so little on love. "After all, it's just intercourse."He frowned. "Remember to watch your language, young lady."I blushed. "I'm sorry. I mean, it's just fucking."Steve looked at me for a long time. Then he spoke. "I'm going to tell you a love story about a girl named Sephy. Sephy was a freshman Program girl the first year I taught here. She was just 14. I was only 23 myself, and even I was a little nervous, but she was.