It was obvious that the most beautiful boy I'd ever met hated me, his behaviour to that point was inexcusable. Eight days later he had still only said...twelve words to me. Every time he saw me he scowled. I saw him at lunch chatting and joking with the sports boys, but if he caught sight of me his eyes went black and hard as flint.Avoiding him wasn't an option, and after the second time he barged past me in the art room, knocking my bag to the floor, I moved across the room away from the. “Work it slut! Whore on my dick with your fucking cunt! Yeah! Just like yesterday bitch! Fuck me! Oh yeah baby! You know what I want! Fucking do it! Ooooo! Tammy! Tammy! Faster! Oh shit! You hot little bitch!” He just could not hold back any longer. Her tight, quivering fuck hole drove him ballistic. Suddenly he thrust into her with a frenzy of passionate penetrations before he exploded a gush of cum all the way into his young lover. He held her sweating body in place, forcing the nymph to. My cock slid from her mouth with a wet "pop," and unswallowed cum dripped down her chin like drool as she moaned and thrashed. I was forced to grab onto her hair in order to keep her from flopping backward and smacking her head on the floor, and the pain sent her into another series of convulsions - yet another tweak, increasing her enjoyment of and sensitivity to the masochistic activities she had enjoyed as a man. She continued twitching in ecstasy for another five minutes, the floor below. She was right above me and my view led all the way up her thighs, which of course she realised. She smiled down at me, turned around a little, and poking out her backside she lifted up her skirt to flash me her ass, with her pussy just visible. “Like this?” she asked. “Perfect!” I grinned back at her, with my cock now clearly hardening and emerging from the bubbles. Looking back to the bar I could see that Cheryl was wearing a broad smile, having watched the whole scene.I rejoined Cheryl at the.