Within a short time mum started moaning and clutching just like May had and she then hooked her feet behind my back pulling me in so that I couldn’t... pull out and I shot a huge load of cum into her. I was just on the last spasms when May came back dressed in jeans and tee shirt, her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened like saucers. Mum was still in some sort of daze so I said to May “strip off quick” which she did, and she stripped so quick it seemed like she had just jumped out of her. Max knelt down, and wedged himself between them opening her legs. He wanted to taste where another dude’s finger’s had been. She was wet, oh so fucking wet. Slimy and slippery. Max rubbed her swollen clit and could hear her breathing was shallow. Every now and again she would stop sucking the dude’s cock, so she could catch her breath. And then she started to cum. Max said to her, “Don’t stop!” All she had to do was focus on cumming, and I would keep her in the throes of orgasm. A low moan. Through her studies, Linda knew the best methods of foreplay so she took hold of George's cock and moved it all around her slit and clitoris. She then placed the head at the entrance to her vagina, and told him to push easy. George was so excited; that he rammed his cock into her hard, which felt like somebody had shoved a tent pole up into her pussy. He took her cherry, and caused her extreme pain. Without regard for her pleasure or her discomfort, George began to shove his large cock into her. "Maybe you're not so raging hot at being serious either," she said, and there was an uncomfortable silence. Nothing much more happened that week, and I spent another lonely weekend on my bike.The PLAN came out of the blue on the following Tuesday, and the unwitting and innocent agent of change was Miss Johnson - of all people - who at the end of yet another soporific English class announced that the date of the Senior Prom had been decided and that it would be on the first Saturday in April..