As I sat through lectures, my mind kept wandering, andguilt set in about what I had done the night before. How could I havedone what I did? I was a ...male! I had betrayed my masculinity bysexually submitting to another man. My bottom was sore, and my shavedlegs felt funny inside my jeans, reminding me of my wanton behavior.What kind of real man would do such a thing? I had behaved like aworthless fag, sucking another man's cock, trying to get it all the waydown my throat, and swallowing his. Then they moved onto the hair aboves my balls, my crotch. I felt the brush being applied to the area around the base of my cock, on the left side. I new that it was going to hurt like nothing else has!!All the ladies were cheering and doing a count down 1! 2! 3! GO!! RIP!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!! Then they moved to the right side. Goop it on, place whatever on it. 1! 2! 3! RIP!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!! My crotch felt like instant fire!! And then again each lady took their turns. I was drenched in sweat! But I. "I like eating pussy..." Hell, what didn't I like?" I wondered.Jill lay there, panting. I put my head on her thigh, grateful to get some air. I had hairs in my mouth and tried to spit them out. I rubbed my wet face on her thigh and licked it off.Jill caressed my hair and said, "How do you like my pussy now?" Maybe from now on I'll like oysters." I said.They all laughed. Mike said, "Little Pammy likes everything. She sure liked being raped!" They laughed again. It was true. I heard movement.. Pushing a few more inches into her, I grabbed ahold of her tightly once again, as I moved up off the couch with her in my arms, and cunt impaled by half of my cock. Moving my hands down under her as I slowly begin lifting her up and down the length my cock. “Oh, fuck, baby,” she nearly got out in the midst of her moans. Walking down the hall towards our bedroom, I released her weight as she fell to the bed. Grabbing her legs, I moved my hands up, grasping each of her feet in my hands. Standing.