She told me I was a dirty boy.I was. I was her cock-slut cum-eating dirty boy.That was the start of it. We were together for several months until she ...roke up with me. I was so into her fucking my ass that she wasn't getting her cunt serviced properly any more, she said. I've dated plenty of other girls since, but haven't found another who will play the same games. They think it's too freaky. I've learned not to ask, because I've missed out on too many fucks. I have my own dildos. I fuck myself. This time you're facing me though and the large lump is swelling and pushing against your midriff as I help you to the ground. When your feet touch the ground, you continue to lower down, taking yourself to your knees. Without any warning or indication, you unzip my trousers and my throbbing cock springs straight out and you skillfully catch it in your mouth.Instinctively you take it straight down your throat, your lips almost touching my balls. Then you bring your head right back stroking my. You don’t have to do anything,” I said as we walked to the conference room to pick up a safety whistle.“You wanting to kill a couple idiots this morning tells me a different story, Mike,” Mrs. Bumstead chuckled and waved at us as we headed off towards our homerooms.“What was that all about with Mrs. B-Stead, Cuda?” Sammy asked as the three of us walked up the side stairwell.“She just told me to chill about those frickin’ idiots, and that she’s got it covered.”“What’s she gonna do?” Tempe asked. You have beenwarned. Comments appreciated at [email protected] since Halloween Harold's life took a downward spiral. The holidayshad seen his manhood devastated by a series of unwanted events. First hewas tattooed then festooned into a fake vagina and artificial breasts.The tattoos would never come off and the prosthetics he was told wouldstay attached at least three months. Then for New Year's Eve he wasabused by four boys.His only good break came the first week of the New.