He pushed my head sliding it further down his cock so I held his fullness in my mouth. I grazed it with my teeth as I teased it, plunging up and down,... sucking deeper, harder. Aiden reached down and slid his fingers in me as I sucked him, making me moan. He pulled my body round so my pussy was closer to his face, and then rolled me on top of him. As I sucked him he began licking my tingling clit. I squirmed above him as he nibbled my lips, biting me, and playing with me with his fingers. The Coup returned to school the following week and their classmates, virgins and vixens alike, sensed the change in them: their calm and confidence and focus – the three girls admitted to nothing one way or the other but found themselves respected nonetheless, if not a little feared.§§§ As it turned out, the paper would take years to write, it’s thesis evolving to include their whole dynamic: all the lesbianism among themselves, and that time with their mother and the ensuing hetero-sex. The problem was that my seventeen-year-old self was still subject to seventeen-year-old hormones, conditioned responses, and peer pressure.Sometime over the past two decades, I’d come to realize that I’d been raped. That realization came slowly as I came to grips with having woken up still partially drunk and not remembering anything that happened. I’d begun by thinking my one little drink had really hit me a lot harder than I thought. Maybe I’d had more than one? How many drinks did it take to. "Ohhhh, fuck yeah, Ron, what's gotten into you, baby?" Summer purred sexily as she loved the new intimate attention Ron was giving her. She knew exactly what had gotten into her hubby but she wanted to hear him tell her with his own mouth that he found her new sexual relationship with her boss, Philip, to be a huge turn-on for him. She wanted Ron to admit that her becoming a slut wife was as much an aphrodisiac as anything he could think of. And she wanted him to admit that he wanted her cream.