God she felt good. Melody was gasping and panting as his thumb started to rub her swollen clit. Melody pulled away and scooted back giving Brandon a f...ull view of her dripping pussy. Melody sat Pedro on the floor and she motioned with a finger for Brandon to come to her. He wasted no time. He pushed her down and spread her legs and dove into her hot gash. Melody yelped not expecting him to go down on her. He tore her little thong off and threw it on the floor. His tongue started lashing at her. His cock shrank to a mere nothing. “Go deep you good for nothing.” He was in pain, but that tongue went deeper. It was feeling good. I keep moving my body, so he could go from my ass to my puss. I was getting hot. I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I enjoyed it. It came back to full size. As his cock got harder, his sucking on my pussy and ass hole became more enthusiastic. I thought, fuck it. I have never had a man cock, so I raised up, turned around and lower my self on his cock. It. I... please... p... kkshh..." Tears streaming down his face, he bowed his head and let his shoulders slump, looking more pitiful and defeated than should be possible for such an intimidating figure. His voice sounded like some precious piece of fabric being torn over and over as he said, "Please tell me I'm a good boy. Please. You don't have to mean it, it's fine if you don't mean it, just... just let me hear it... just a little bit... please..." Awwww..." It had been a long car ride to reach. Surprisingly, Heather was the first to return, and waited for Robby in the hallway.“Heather, you are looking good tonight!” exclaimed Jake Werstmuller.“Foxy, momma, foxy!” agreed his friend, Washington Carter.“Yeah, where’s your loser date? What’s he doing leaving a good-looking lady like you alone?” agreed Jake.Both Carter and Werstmuller were jocks, big guys on the football team and used to scoring with the cheerleaders. They were also both drunk, having gotten their girlfriends to carry.