I liked it, but there was one incident when I was thirteen that I won’t be forgetting in a hurry. Being quite slim, and small framed, I was bullied ...nd teased a lot. Some of the boys could be quite cruel, and one in particular, Dillon McKlusky, took it upon himself to make me the class scapegoat. One day, after gym class, I was in the changing room, and following my shower I found someone had taken some of my clothes, including my underpants. The boys teased me as I looked for my things, and. ‘I don’t give a shit what you do.’ He was swearing when I closed the door behind me. Even though I was walking to Anthony’s, I had my truck keys in my jeans pocket. I didn’t trust Dad not to swipe them and decide he could drive to the store by himself. It was growing dark that Saturday evening, and I enjoyed the brisk walk up the road. The air outside was fresh and clean, unlike the stuffiness of the house I shared with Dad. When I reached Anthony’s house, his mom opened the door and smiled at. Feeling the encouragement, Hank began thrusting his hard cock into me. Pretty soon he and Jim had set up a complementary rhythm, and I began rocking back and forth on those two hard cocks like a pig on a skewer. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Hank granted as he slammed into me time after time. Jim was thrusting his hips up against me. I knew he was getting close, and I knew that mean his hot spunk blasting into my mouth. I was ready. I wanted it, and I wanted it at the same time I felt Hank's seed shooting. A nine rarer still. And a ten. Well! Could that even exist?Often she wondered about what would have happened if she'd included her on-stage sex in her total. What would that have done? And would that be cheating? Would that make her an entry into the Guinness Book of Records? But they didn't really have that kind of thing in there. Or did they? She wasn't sure. But she wasn't sure she'd want her photograph or name in something like that. It was bad enough pretending to her Mum that all the.