That girl’s voice could peel the paint off a bridge. And what her voice didn’t get, her cursing would finish. I watched the gang look around the c...feteria. I watched as their eyes settled on Jill Fairchild, an attractive eleventh-grader who, to the dismay of any number of guys, had been in a steady relationship with Amy Constantine since the ninth grade. I watched them consider whether Tommy was going to serve as Jill’s pretend date, which they correctly discarded as completely unnecessary. Gay. For a moment she was puzzled; what washe doing with that? Then, as realisation hit her, the audience guffawed asthe look of horror spread over her lovely face. "Oh no!" She cried, please don't do that to me!" Jill had never had childrenand knew that her vagina was not as large and accommodating as some women'swere. The man still held her around the waist; with his free hand he pressed therounded, bulbous top of the grinder into the juices around her pussy. "Oh, oh, aargh!" she gasped, as the. He kissed her on her cheek and continued to fuck her nice and slow until he filled her pussy with his cum. He laid with her for a few minutes before getting up and looking down at her as she looked up at him."Right, come on slave I want you to join me and Claire in my room"She looked into his eyes and smiled as she started to get up and she followed him into his room where she was slightly shocked to see her best friend tied to the bed naked with cum slowly dribbling out of her pussy.Before she. "Dolly heaved herself back up at me, nearly pushing me away as she started to come, her fingers gripped my buttocks, her nails digging into the flesh."Fucking do me you bastard," she hissed, "Harder, harder, fucking harder."I lunged into her body savagely, short, hard, almost brutal thrusts as I felt the onset of my own orgasm, mum still squatted over her face pulling furiously at her own nipples."Slap her Micky," she said urgently, "Slap her bum hard." I did. Dolly screamed, I did it again and.