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I felt a transcendent orgasm crash through and over me Dao-Ming shuddered through her own as she shot her load deep within me, sheathing her cock to the hilt in my sopping wet pussy. I could feel every twitch as shot after shot filled me. I collapsed face first onto the bed, pulling her down cumshot with me as my snatch refused to release that magnificent beast. I could feel her wonderful breasts and those luscious nipples sliding a little on my sweat-soaked back as she pushed aside some of my drenched hair to nibble on my earlobe. She giggled a bit as I gasped for breath, the last of my orgasm rippling through my body even as her beautiful beast, still buried inside me, twitched its last. “Let's draw a bath and get cleaned up a bit,” threesome she whispered, finally withdrawing from me. “It's time for a serious talk.” Even as I was enjoying the post-coital bliss, I had many questions for Dao-Ming; questions that I would demand answers to, but one in particular... WHY? 6-6Everyone who has been bullied dreams that, when they leave high school, everything will change. Everyone lives in hope and likes feel good stories where the nerd Euro gets the girl in shaved the end. As we say at Victims Anonymous, “My name’s Sam, and here’s my story”: My last year at high school was a shit year. I wasn’t popular to begin with, wasn’t good looking, wasn’t trendy, had zits. And on top of that, I had lots of shit happen in my life, all in that same year. My mum walked out. Well, it felt like she was russian abandoning us, but really it was dad and I who got chucked out and she kept our flat and her new lover. We moved to a small mid terrace in a rougher neighbouring borough. And because it was my last year, I couldn’t swap schools so I had a really long walk to and from school all through that final winter and spring. I wore all this pain on my sleeve and became grouchy and unpopular and drifted away from what friends I had, and none of the girls were interested in me. And I had zits. But despite all that shit, I did well enough at my O-level exams to get into six-form in my new borough. My dad, who wasn’t a big drinker really, put some effort into being social and got friendly with some builders in our new local pub and that got me a summer job mixing plaster. It was back-breaking work but a few weeks real hard labour muscles you up in ways a gym never will and the builder charm and confidence really rubbed off on me too. It was always an early start, on site by 7, but with a “liquid lunch” down at the pub and, because I was with a bunch of builders, I was served and nobody let on — they thought it was a funny secret that that their scrawny labourer was under-age. I spent a good part of my wages on rounds but I learned a lot of self confidence doing it. So you can stop feeling sorry for me now; I did. You know where this is going. I’m going to go to a six-form where nobody knows me, and as a man not a boy. Around rolled the first day of six-form. I left the house and went to the end of the row and turned right. The bigger road was full of a steady flow of kids, some in groups and some alone, in the same uniform heading towards my new school. I slotted myself into a gap in the stream. Basically I noticed all the girls. I couldn’t help it. No boy can help it. She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the threesome concourse to street level, theatre goers thronged the area below the great neon signs, moving on towards night clubs or other entertainment, thronging the roads slowing traffic to a crawl, the Taxis all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a quick short cut down a back street. Dad’s hands were in her hair, caressing; Sherry’s head was moving and I heard the sucking and Dad’s oohing and ahhhing… and ohgodding…Sherry’s hand went up beckoning me and I tiptoed over to see it all…Dad, his thick stiff cock standing all erect and engorged…Sherry licking it up and down, kissing the tip…she motioned to me to kneel beside her and I did. Then she squeezed and her fingers traced along the top of my leg, “Your muscles, Angie, I can’t keep my bloody hands off, do you mind?” She whispered as she leaned closer. Seeing the guillotine choke being applied made the nerd get creative with his tonguing. “Your cunt is nice and tight, Miss Granger,” Umbridge says casually as she pushes her hand in and out of Hermione’s abused pussy, causing the girl to grunt and moan in pain, tears leaking out of her eyes. A cold wet nose poking at her ass jerked her out of her day dream as Sam returned to the kitchen and could smell the scent of his bitch. It was as if all the pain was gone, and all I could feel was pleasure. Sunday morning came, and we were out early...” Kristin continued to pour over I don't know russian what on her phone but she was clearly Euro attempting to pay as little attention to me as possible while I gazed longingly at her barely exposed underpants. That familiar ache between her legs made her mind wander, thinking of the things he was going to do to her. "Hey! “Imagine being in one of those boring trust meetings and a vibrator inside you burst into life. I loved it, and I’m sure the guys did too. Juices gushed hot down my thighs. For a moment Nuha had felt a great weakening, she'd managed to shield a section of her mind and her power, though not enough. He seemed to mirror my excitement to at least some extent as he agreed. “Mhmm,” Grace grinned. 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