Indian Boarding School Students

“I've had lots of practice,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing in my hand. I pumped up and down it, my pussy clenching. The questions continued, each of us judges taking a turn. Every girl was asked at least two questions, though some attracted more than others. “Sabrina,” asked Amelia, “what's the weirdest place, besides on a football field, you ever had sex?” The head cheerleader of the Oregon Ducks gave a dazzling smile. Her caramel skin almost glowed. She cupped her belly clad in her soft-pink dress and said, “I gave my boyfriend a blowjob while we were on a Ferris wheel. He also fingered me as I sucked him.” “Still dating that quarterback?” I asked. “Oh, yes,” she answered, giving me a smoky look and winking at me. When my next question came up, I aimed it at Jordan, that naughty producer who helped Amelia trick me seven months ago. I had the perfect question for her. “Jordan, do you love anal?” Jordan shivered, her blonde hair kissing her shoulders, the tips dyed pink. She rubbed her pregnant belly and said, “The only time I ever had anal was with you, and I screamed my head off.” I blinked. “You never did it since?” “I haven't found a cock anywhere near as big as the one my asshole craves,” she purred. Mr. Mondale laughed. He then asked a girl with her black-hair falling in a thick braid down her back, “Cass, what is your naughtiest sexual fantasy?” The girl's pillowy breasts swayed in her low-cut, black dress. They looked on the verge of indian spilling out of her top. She licked her lips, her cheeks going scarlet. “I want to be ravished by a dragon. I know they don't exist, but I just think about this powerful beast on me, in me, fucking me...” She shuddered. “Oh, god, it's deprave, I know, but...” “But it's so hot,” Amelia purred. “And there's nothing wrong with that.” “Nothing,” I groaned licking my lips as I stared at Cass's jiggling tits. My hand pumped up and down my cock faster, the ache building at the tip. “Now Kim, what is your favorite sex toy?” Amelia asked the other Ducks' cheerleader who made the event. Kim was the petite, Vietnamese cheerleader I bred third at the game, fucking her hard on the sidelines. She looked so dainty even pregnant, her belly proportioned to her slender frame. She had such a delicious shade of dusky-olive skin, her short, black hair framing her doll-like face. “I don't know the name exactly, but it's a type of vibrator that rotates,” she said. “It has a hook at the end, not sharp, but it presses inside your pussy and spins around. It just churns you until you explode.” “Please, feel free to enjoy the rest of the show,” the auctioneer was now announcing to the group of buyers. He turned his gaze squarely on Miranda. I kept pumping my cock into Jill’s tight ass. I can see pale Orc jizz dripping down her chin. She went on to tell me that only a handful of guys could keep up with her. The catch and bolt splintered through the door frame like it was made of dust and I was inside, time was running low quick. “Yes, it is,” Courtney moaned. I love you completely and if that means being one of the women in your harem, then so be it.” She says with all seriousness. As I held her I slowly let my hands feel every inch of her, I could feel the scars she talked about. “Is there something else you would have preferred?” Kim Li explained. Before I could swollen the first load you blow an second load into my mouth. I didn't say a word, but instead proceeded to fill her with my third load that morning. “Hi, honey,” indian she greeted. It just was. Will you tell me to stop when I bend you over a bench and fuck you in the ass with everyone watching?” Ronnie stopped grinding for a second and almost got serious. Now that she was seated, however, she heaved a sigh of relief and slumped onto the hard plastic desk-chair. It crossed my mind that I was getting carried away. “Hey,” she said, this big grin on her face. It's kinda like winning the lottery. When they bite, it feels like fire. Mira glanced at our watch. “We're, uh, at your door,” he said, his voice soft. Although a tad paunchy. I pushed the butt plug in hard and straight. my bra when all of a sudden the sliding door opened. How did we take the wrong girl, the Old Man of the Union runs all the weapons and activities in the city. I looked at her diagram. “Are you cumming?”