Don't!" I said through my sobs. I felt his cock slide back out of me and then he shoved his pelvis forward with an "Mmphhh!". A sharp pain shot throug... my body and without being able to help it I gripped my thighs around his waist and cried out in pain. His hair moved back and forth over his face as his body began rocking back and forth on top of me. I lay there in shock as he began raping me. My eyes were open wide as I stared at the ceiling. The boy in the hat hovered over me with his cell. I was at peace with the violence I intended to inflict on the one I hated as much as I craved. As usual, I felt the first stirrings before she was even through the door. As always, it started as a tingling in my gut. Like circus-cannon butterflies hopped up on meth. Then, the floating sensation. I had once read a neurology article that studied the brains of people in the throes of the deepest, most prayerful religious experiences, across cultures. An uplifting sensation; the part of the brain. The girls just giggled and started to blow the toy together.Things were starting to look promising, but they sid they were getting picked up to go to this other party. Bummer...My buddy asked my if I still "puff"? Pulled out 2 joints.I was little shocked because I used to smoke up alot, he never touched it. Now years later I slowed down and he is offering it."What the hell" I said. We went out to the balcony to smoke.We only had the one and with in minutes we were feeling a good buzz.He. The jocks cheered, and the bullied students gawked. The cheerleaders grinned, but Cara had her hand over her mouth, scandalized. Not by Mia’s nudity, but her assertiveness.She could not allow it. “None of you are to join Mia on that stage.”“It’s OK to be shy. That’s what this club is for. Take your time.” Dan said. He pointed to Greg. “How about a guy next? Come on up.”Greg scurried up to the stage to join Mia. Mia kindly helped him with his clothes as the boy bungled the strip show.Upset,.