Before the inevitable happened… ‘Cut. CUT. CUUUTTT!!!! Girls this isn’t supposed to be about bloody paint fights. This is supposed to be about ...bleeding SEX. And don’t make such a bloody big mess to clean up.’ ‘Well fuck you Asshole. If you can’t make LIFE into ART, then maybe you’re not such a big shot ARTIST. HUH? If your brain was half as big as you think your prick is, you’d…’ Pedro did not want to hear the rest. He had been hearing it all day already. He could not believe the coarseness. Drivin' real slow gets you home pretty fast..The line from a song from one of the bands that Mom liked flitted through my mind, too relevant to be ignored, too irrelevant to interfere. That little bit of the song repeated itself over and over in my head, the message and the pounding drum track impossibly intensifying the sensations between my legs, hurrying my orgasm along.My hand tangled itself in my hair and pulled hard, and I wiggled around that divine cock. I was gonna do it. I was gonna. I decided not to go. I decided I should go a clean out my locker, a task that probably should of been done earlier. I was in the sinlent corridor alone. "Hey," I heard a voice say. I turned around and it was Cody. "Cody why aren't you at the final assembly?," I asked him not looking into his eyes. He change alot soince our first encounter at the beginning of the year. He became less of a party animal and more of a caring boy who's not affriad to show his passion. He almost got us caught one. I placed my hand gently on the back of her head and coaxed her to try to take more of my manhood. We got some into her throat but she gagged even harder. "Relax, Sweetie, just open your mouth, stick your tongue out a little and push past your gag reflex." She tried in vain and gagged again, the massive amounts of saliva were beginning to dribble down her chin and were stringing from the head of my cock to her lower lip. "You better get a grip on this gagging shit or Daddy is going to do it for.