No sound escapes her lips. Duke hits his target and upon thrusting into her pussy, he buries himself to the hilt within her. Her body goes rigid, then...limp. Liz has passed out. I release my grip on her throat, reaching down to squeeze her breasts instead, twirling her nipples between my fingers. Duke thrusts madly into her, shaking the whole bed. I groan and thrust into her ass. I eagerly take advantage of Duke’s forceful thrusts, pushing her back and forth between us. I can feel something. The high-pitched gasp she drew in as he pulled back emerged as a yelp when he drove into her balls deep yet again. “Yes. Just like that. Do it. Fuck me,” she cried out as he gave her the full measure of his youthful ardor. He could feel Melissa’s tongue slipping over his fast-pumping shaft as she increased her efforts. Brenda’s exclamations grew louder and closer together. Her walls clenched down as ripples of pleasure shot through her. The first tingles of an approaching orgasm crept down his. He was first...she felt the throbbing, the pulsing of the veins in that thick cock she was holding. She felt the warm ooze of his cum through the cool cotton and she squeezed...making sure every last drop was indeed out of him. Her eyes opened wide as she felt his thrust become faster, his thumb was strumming her clit and she leaned back into him. Extracting her hand from his pants she put her hand on the one he was using on her and drove it deeper into her sex. "More baby...more...oh…God. The girls outside heard finally Mrs. Denver announce, “Right Jenny, eighteen strokes.” Charlotte knew the number and so did Olivia, but not the other girls who gasped, put their hands to their mouths in shock, and each whispered, “Eighteen!” Charlotte put her finger to her lips and shushed them, and the girls fell silent. Next moment there was the unmistakable sound of cane slicing through air followed by the thwack of the cane landing home and a second later the quite distinct groan from.