He squeezed them, and pushed them together. But again I feel him hesitate and move his hands away. "Don't think about it," I said. "Have fun." I kisse... him on the lips, and lower my face to his crotch. I slip my fingers under his waist band and lower his shorts. His cock was huge! The biggest I had ever seen. It was thick, and hard, and already had a string of precum. "Look," I said, "He wants me." I grabbed his cock with both hands and gave the head a little kiss. The drop of precum stuck to. "Who are you?" asked the assistant principal, blinking at the girl in her baggy pajama top that had little pink bears on it.Polly introduced herself. If the school still had a valedictorian, she would probably have been it. Michael Abel was handsome and popular, well-liked, a third-string football player, but basically spineless, a young man who did not want to rock any boats or cause any trouble. A frat boy at heart. He was a marginal student who would probably be attending the community. The actual force of my sperm knocked her down and she fell on top of me. She began riding my cock like as if it were a mechanical bull. My cock stared to get harder again and then she asked me to fist her butt hole. So I put my two fingers in her butt hole as deep as I could. Next I started to add the rest of my fingers inside of her butt until I had formed a fist inside of her butt hole. I shoved my fist in her butt hole deeper and she continued riding me. I used my left hand to fuddle her. "Thanks alot, man," he said. "That's really neat, ya know."I tried to see both of his eyes, but that was rather impossible. "What's neat?"He held the 45's up and smiled. "You know, these. And all that other stuff. You know. It's just kinda cool, you know?"My heart did this sort of dive and recover. He was just so damn adorable there, shirtless, with that soft shock of blonde-brown hair over his eye, and that... that smile. I reached my hand out again. "I know, buddy. Hey, you know, anytime..