..I think. She smiled, in a futile attempt to hold back her laughter and said. "So cute, would you like to come over here and hang out with us?" ... Unfourtunatlly, "Us" meant the "plastics" aka "the rich whores that rule the school with thier cunts". So naturally I agreed. Thankfully, me and her were to busy talking to hear what teacher the lead plastic fucked to pass her latest exam. Needless to say we had hit it of. We started hanging out just about every day until my balls dropped. The majority of the jocks’ sexual attacks happened at parties, usually to a girl drunk on a sofa, getting raped and Bill Cosby shit.In retrospect, the jocks probably deserved some kinder, gentler, more anodyne version of Columbine, like maybe getting blasted with paintball guns or tasers or mace instead of bullets. They were rapists, the jocks, after all, and not disputable, questionable rapists like Kobe Bryant, but real Harvey Weinstein rapists, and serial date rapists allowed to rape because. His cock stretched my pussy as he slowly, ever so slowly went deeper. I hooked my legs over his, trying to lock him in place.I was floating in bliss as he pushed his cock all the way into my vagina. When our pubic mounds met, he wiggled his hips. I tried to hump up against him, but JR held me still with his weight. He withdrew slowly, paused, and then pushed back into me. His motion was slow and steady. I wanted him to pound into me, to make me achieve the orgasm I had been teetering on.My. And also the matchingpanties."I went to my room with the two items. I undressed and put on the panties.The last time I had had a disagreeable experience as the material of thethong disappeared between the cheeks of my derriere. Today it wasdifferent. The feeling was very unusual but not at all so bad. Somehoweven a bit good. At any rate I was aware that I was wearing somethingspecial.Since I now knew how I had to put on the corselet, it went quite quickly.My breasts looked genuine through the.