His lips continued their assault on her skin as his fingers began to slowly trace the outline of her panties, gently rubbing the outer lips of her sex...through the soft material. She spread her legs wider for him, allowing him access as she pulled his head up with her hands, their lips meeting again, their tongues gently caressing each other. Her hands roamed wildly over his back as his fingers continued their task, her panties now damp from the wetness of her desire for him. She pulled away. I never spoke about it, never let on about my willingness, but I felt a sexual charge just being there.It started slowly, hanging out in his room, he talked alittle about sex and he would ask me questions and I asked him some. All innocent, just boys being boys probably. But every time I’d leave, I would masturbate. Sometimes I wouldn’t even wait until I got home. Stopping behind a building or in a field, I’d stroke myself until I came. At night, alone in my bed, I’d think about sex. Like most. I kept my lips sealed, filling his precum covering them as he rubbed his dick across them.The blond one grabbed my head and kept it still, while my lips were getting forced open by his friend. With force, he parted my lips and shoved it all the way to my tonsils gagging me. I tried getting away but they kept me steady. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I couldn’t breath. He grabbed my ears, using them as handles and started fucking my face. He was pumping my mouth with long forceful moves, and I. No matter what it was, it sent chills up his spine when it occurred to him she wasn’t there to pass time. But above all else, he sensed she wasn’t human. After an unfamiliar first move he found himself getting in trouble, losing a close endgame. He thought he heard her chuckling but couldn’t be sure since it came from deep within her. The sound was melodic and fascinating, unlike anything he ever heard. Upon leaving she seemed intent on teasing again, wiggling around suggestively as she put.