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Something was wrong. I struggled to open my eyes, blearily forcing myself to focus. I was in a red-panelled room, dimly lit, one I'd never been in before, with... things, on the walls. Whips, floggers, toys of all descr*ptions, most of which I couldn't even name. It was only then that I realized I was naked, bound on my back to a table with my legs spread into a slight V in the air, wrists above my head, a belt around my waist holding me down. I lifted my head, and saw that my six-inch dick was hard and straining, twitching without my command. Why the fuck was I hard? Arousal was the last thing I was feeling! Confusion, fear, panic, yes. But not arousal.

I blushed. Missy Yeager was this cute cheerleader that everyone wanted to fuck, but she was just a tease. She would get you all hot, rubbing your cock through your pants and talking shit, then send you home. All the guys complained about her. I learned years later that she spent high school blowing the wrestling coach almost daily. Anyway…“No! I want to fuck you again. I just can’t believe you mean it.”

“Ahhhhhh!” we exclaimed in unison. Carol locked her legs on the side of my neck and held me closer. “Don’t move, Jim. Leave it all the way in. Shit you feel good…” I did as I was told, concentrating on not cumming. But her pussy made my dick feel better than it had ever felt before. I felt something near my cock and opened my eyes to see Carol, back arched, eyes closed, rubbing her clit. “Fuck me now…I’m going to cum…cum with me Jim…fuck me.” I moved my hips and started slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. But it felt too good.