I had always been a popular girl, and my fathers success as a lawyer led me to private Catholic schools all the way through high school. I wasnt a dev...ut Catholic, but I followed all the school rules and never set a foot out of line. All of that was about to change. In eighth grade, a year before this story takes place, I really began to develop as a young woman. I was, as I said, rather popular, even before this, but when my breasts really began to grow I became the center of attention for. ’ Another shiver up my spine but I nodded and reached down with one hand. With his eyes holding mine, and his body pinning me down, I pressed my palm to my abdomen. I pushed my hand lower, beneath the elastic waist of my panties and my breath caught when I felt just how damp I’d made the fabric. ‘Tell me how wet you are, angel.’ I smiled and slipped my fingers between my wet folds. A gasp slipped from my mouth and I watched Christian’s lips part. He licked his lips and then his hand was. I redoubled my efforts, working frantically, kissing, nibbling, licking that devil's gate. But all I got in return was, "Nice baby," or, "That's pretty good." I pushed my tongue in deeper, and she said, "Sweet, very sweet." But suddenly, I began to lose control. I became obsessed. I went wild, working with a furious abandon. When it got too wet, I blew it dry with my warm breathm and she said, "Do that some more darlin'."The first time she puckered I almost came, for I realized that, with her. Randy took his left index finger and rubbed my clit. I was told not to make a sound, or I would be punished further. I tried my best, but I let out a small moan. “Didn’t I tell you not to make a sound?”“I’m sorry but your fingers feel so good on my clit.”“I know they do sweetie, but I told you what would happen if you made a sound didn’t I?”“Yes. I’m ready.”Randy grabbed my thigh. “I’m glad you THINK you are. Get on the ground. On all fours. Lift your skirt up so I can see your pussy and.