A memory prods me, of when I was younger. Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the motion and the feeling; the pu...e wanton release of youth, and the unbelievable frequency of it. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips. "Your cock is massive! Fuck I want to feel this deep in me!" She said"Keep sucking I want to see how much you can take in your throat before we fuck!" I saidShe pumped my cock and tried to swallow it. I have to say she did better than most.I pulled her up and kissed her. I flipped her over and she stuck her butt up for me. I positioned it at her opening and pushed the head into her."Holy shit!" She screamed as I pushed in"You said you wanted it! Are you ready to have me push?" I asked. As I took off his shirt, I kissed his shoulders working my way down his stomach. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down slightly, just enough to reveal his beautiful, fully hard nine inch cock. After two very long years of being abstinent, I could not wait for Kevin’s dick to be inside of me.I kissed the base of his dick, then kissed every inch of his shaft until I was at the tip. I looked up into his hazel eyes as I slipped his cock into my mouth. “Oh God, baby,” Kevin said as he placed. I hadn’t expected anything to happen with her, so to keep from breaking the mood I took things nice and slow. Her skin was smooth and her nipples excitingly supple. I wanted to have them in my mouth, but that seemed too bold. Wondering if Rose would notice I brought my fingers to my mouth to dampen them. The warm spit covering my fingers made Rose’s nipples feel slick as I massaged them. Repeating the technique, I applied more spit each time. While perhaps not the body fluid I would have.