Her real name is Twila Newberry, but everyone calls her TN– pronounced Teen. Behind her back, many of the men– and some of the coeds– call her other things, including “The Ice Queen.” As she walked through the crowd in the main quad, I noticed that Dwayne and his friends, even though they made a lot of jokes about Teen, seemed to steer clear of threesome her and the five young women who scampered along behind her like some sort of royal court. As she approached me in the crowd that day, I couldn’t help but think, “Queen Teen.” She walked like royalty and the crowd parted in front of her to let her and her entourage glide gay past. After that day, she seemed to be everywhere on campus... or at least, she seemed to be where I was a lot of the time. Often she and her court would push blowjob past me in the crowd at a game or in the rush into or out of one of the buildings just before or after a class. When that would happen, she would always stare at me for just a second as she passed by. It was a very scary stare– like a mongoose would give a small bird just before devouring it. Her almost black eyes seemed to bore right through me even if I didn’t meet her stare. I was always shaking slightly with fear long before the first of the girls of her court walked past me. The girls were different. They didn’t scare me. Most of them just smiled slightly at me as they walked past. Maybe the Ice Queen’s court didn’t scare me because they were so much different from her. They didn’t have her black eyes... or her black skin. All of them were very fair-skinned... almost as pale as me. And they all had light eyes. They weren’t all blue-eyed blondes, but even if they were brown-eyed, it was a very light brown with traces of green around the edges. And their hair was all the same shade as mine or lighter. The Queen’s court– I liked to think of them as her royal attendants or whatever– The Queen’s court always dressed exactly alike in light pink skirts with white pullover blouses, and if needed, a slightly darker pink jacket with white fluffy, fur-like cuffs. Unlike the Queen’s skirt– or pants– their skirts were really short so if there was any wind at all the frilly cloth would blow up and you could see their white satin panties underneath. Maybe they weren’t actually satin, but they were very shiny... and very, very snug. Maybe they were a special kind of spandex or whatever because they formed themselves exactly to the shape of the girls’ bareback cute little butts. Except for the fact that they were girls, the princesses reminded me a lot of me. A couple times as they were going past, I thought that if I were a girl, I would probably still be a nerd, but I could at least be in the Queen’s court. I know that they are just subservient lackeys, but at least they belong somewhere. And the Queen is very protective of them. I once saw some half-drunk wanna-be jock at a football game try to grab one of the princess’ asses. She squeaked in fear when a giant hand grabbed a handful of her satin panties. Queen anal Teen immediately spun the pervy guy around and decked him with a quick uppercut and a high kick to the chest. Everyone watched as the Queen glared down at him as he stared up at her from the floor. “Don’t touch my girls.” she said in a slow and deep voice. As she said it, the entire crowd melted back away from her so that she and the drunk were alone together in the middle of a ten-foot empty circle. She continued to glare down at him as he shook his head and tried to understand what had just happened. After a few moments, she said in an even stronger voice, “Leave!” The question surprised Gina. “You're naked. I have tears flowing down my face My eyes fluttered. To preserve the element of surprise he didn’t want to give himself away, so he used the flashlight only occasionally and instead of following the road cut through the woods following a property line and found a trail that looked well used. “It's sexy,” I said. Both scared me the first time it happened, but after that, I would be disappointed with just having normal orgasms. The game started again. I really want to try it. While I cleaned up the mess I had left last night, I made a cup of coffee and buttered a bagel. Leila was blowjob breathing heavily now, her tits glistening with sticky cum and sweat, her pussy dribbling its secretions down her butt crack as the tempo of her finger fucking increased. I just had to see you, couldn't threesome think of like anything else since you were in my office. I cut the kiss with Niky saying, “Let’s talk about that later sweetie, I need a break now please.” Every time you tried, I knew just what to do to push you back down while seeming like I was on your side. It's their lives that were worthwhile. “I'm cumming, brother!” I screamed, letting her know who Clint truly was. Phil, as if looking for holes in her argument in the future, nodded. So I had some experience. She came over and rubbed her anal pussy on my cock. May basically had her way with me, throwing my bareback comfort away in the name of having a quickie. "Shhh, not your vote," she whispered. The threesome continued with this for 10-15 minutes when both girls screamed as they came gay again. I popped the second one through.