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She reached back and assisted the boy to penetrate her again. This new position was definitely more pleasurable. She bent forward more to allow his dick to touch parts of her (Cassandra's) vagina that had been neglected when she was riding him. He grabbed her hips tighter and started to pound her hard. "Goddamn!" she cried out. She would never have thought the little twerp would have it in him! Soon she was getting close, and Not-Max seemed to be getting ready to deliver his second oral load of cum. She looked over at stupid Cassandra on the wall screen, alone in that room, not realizing what was happening to her perfect little body at that very moment. She wondered if Cassandra was ovulating too? That would amateur explain why she got so wet so easily. There was already a load of potent teenaged sperm inside her, all those virile little swimmers searching for Cassandra's defenseless egg. Another wave was coming...she had taken health class, so she knew that if she orgasmed with all that seed inside her, perky then that would give her the best chance at getting her cheerleading rival knocked up. She was almost there...almost... She imagined fit, slim Cassandra, her cheerleading outfit tight against her rounded belly, not understanding why she was gaining weight even though she had a strict diet and regular exercise. She felt her (Cassandra's) boobs swinging forward and back below her as Not-Max rammed into her, huffing as he got closer to his finish. She imagined those boobs as they got bigger over the next few months, filling up with milk for her unexpected passenger... "Unhh! Arhh!" Not-Max cried out party as he slammed his cock home. Angel felt that dick expand inside her, and then a throbbing, spreading warmth. Then she came, hard. "Ohhh! Uaahhh! Oh Goooodddd..." Not-Max pulled out none-too-gently. Angel lost consciousness. "So she can't hear us anymore, Mr. Best?" Bob Best pulled his underwear and pants back up. "No, Jerry, she won't register anything until I give allure her the trigger phrase." He surveyed the sports equipment room, 20 feet square, with no windows and a single door. The prone blonde form of Angel Deen was on a stack of wrestling mats, bent forward with her butt in the air, two loads of potent sperm soaking into her unprotected cervix. They gradually got more and more explicit how many guys had she fucked, any girls, does she do anal, spit or swallow, on and on. It was one of those small jacks with the screw that straightens out two bent arms. Karl fished a five dollar bill from his oral wallet and allure waved it so she could see. Page (15) I was slowly succumbing to the charms of the young woman. The wheel turns, grinding my spine beneath it, leaving me numb with every radial motion, until it reaches the base of my skull. Ummm.... Understood?” “No, Savannah. I wish I was in college already. She was responding though to his plowing of her. And so had Ji-Min. Where is it coming from. I could understand that, since I was a fellow perv to it. The Chauffeur, Vegas Baby! His fingers flexing at the base of my skull, his thumb still sweeping back and forth across my cheek. My shop foreman Andy called me out to the shop one day, we had just taken on a new project. All four of them were now touching their cocks, hidden inside their shorts. I raised mine, the fingers trembling, and laid them over hers. I turned and walked out of the room, holding a collar. We are not that formal here. They see perky each other naked so much; it loses amateur the freshness and excitement party after a while.”