Besides my friends there was one person I was going to miss, and that was Vince, my eighteen-year-old boyfriend. Technically he wasn’t my boyfriend;...he was the guy I was fucking. He lived three doors down and was married to this twenty-year-old stripper who just had his baby. We started fucking right after she had the baby. He seduced me at a BBQ right after I turned sixteen. I loved that everything about it had to be a secret. I loved the thrill I got from the possibility that we might get. “Girls, come here,” she commanded. “It’s just semen or cum. You need to learn what a boy’s cum tastes like. Scoop it off your leg or shorts and put it in your mouth.”They all groaned, “Eeewww!”“Do it! If you didn’t get any on yourself, get some from Phyllis or Janice.”Very tentatively and reluctantly, the girls did so, some screwing up their faces at the taste, others looked thoughtful.“Well. We do have a bunch of messy girls now,” Jones observed. “You can’t wear those spermy shorts, so I want. More than that, a fiery passion burned, not just for a lover, but for me. The chemistry flowing between us was tremendous. Towing me by my cock, Jacqui lead me to an area of the water tank that was less deep. Overflow plumbing allowed her to lean forward and rest her hands on some piping. This postured her ass at the perfect height for me to take her from behind. Leaning there, her head and shoulders just out of the water, she looked over her shoulder to me and whispered, “Come and get me.” I. I didn’t want to ruin the beautiful moment I was sharing as I made love to my sister. I simply kissed her, hoping it conveyed as much passion as I wanted it to. We rolled over, me on my back, her on top of me now, me still buried inside her. She lay her head on my chest, and continued slow and gentle thrusts down onto me. She kissed my chest as she slowly bounced up and down on top of me. My hands caressing her back, embracing her, protecting her. Together we felt as safe as possible. Suddenly,.