We flung the backpacks on that chair and piled the suitcases in front of it, and at that moment we all three realized, “wait, who’s sleeping where...”Now, dear reader of fine erotica, you must be wondering by this point in the story when am I going to describe how “hot” these two young ladies were. So here are the details. Julie, my friend, was a few inches shorter than I, maybe 5’7”, with short, straight light brown hair that framed her face quite cutely. A slightly upturned nose and rather full. Rell told me that he couldn’t wait any longer. He was about to explode. I positioned some pillows and rolled Misty over so that she was laying face down and she was propped up with pillows so that her ass was high in the air. I had Rell hold her still so that I could put the gag in her mouth and cover it with tape to muffle the noises I knew she would be making. She became really frightened. She didn’t know what was coming, but she knew it was going to involve pain. I took the dog collar off. My pussy was at the same height as his face. I started to rub my pussy on his face, making it get soaking wet. He wasn’t licking me, but he wasn’t running away so I think he was enjoying the feeling of my wet pussy and pussy hair rubbing on his face. I grabbed my ass cheeks with one hand and separated them, allowing the whole classroom to see my asshole. With the other hand, I slowly stuck my finger in my ass. I groaned as I started fingering my ass. I’m so horny! I need to cum now! I. .." was all that Mansi could say as she devoured the delicious crap. She closed her eyes. She wanted to detach herself from the world. She didn't want any distractions. Her only connection with the life was taste of shit in her mouth.Jiya stood up and turned around inspecting the work that she had just done. She was an artist, an sculpture critiquing her own work. Was the thickness uniform? Was the texture perfect? Was the color of her shit good enough for such an art work? Could she have.