Where ravaging tentacles explore the female student body
Throwing off your clothes, you jump out of the bushes waving your erect manhood towards the girl. It glows faintly in the dim forest light and you fondly imagine it to look something like a Jedi's favorite weapon only just slightly less long. Blinking a few times after recovering from her startlement, the girls looks from you, to your cock and then back to your face again. A slow smile spreads across her own visage as she opens her arms and beckons you closer. As you worm your way into her embrace, there is just time to feel those full breasts flatten slightly against your manly chest before a hard kneecap, travelling with some speed and venom, impacts your swollen balls.
Deciding that sex is not all it's cracked up to be, you remove yourself from the proximity of those tits that seemed so irresistible only moments before. Instead, the ground looks far more interesting when you double up and drop to your hands and knees. Indeed, the grass becomes quite compelling of your attention after your lunch splatters over it, adding a multi-colored effect for which the Tate Gallery would probably pay thousands. Dimly you hear derisive laughter as the girl leaves you to survey your masterpiece.