I dont mean when we pulled our knicker elastic out to let boys see what ours looked like, so we could look at theirs, no I mean when older men asked f...r those rights and took their's out, in all their splendor, hard, rippled with bulging veins, and dripping a dew drop from the circumcised head.I sat with my girlfriend at her house, we had been given alcohol by her father and watched some porn, we felt like adults, so when he supposedly excused himself to go to bed, only to walk back in ten. Fifteen. I don’t know when I started, but in every conversation I have with my father I count the words he allows me to speak. Allows. Permits. ‘Rai!’ Leo is in front of me, hands on my arms shaking me. He’s wearing a new expression: terror. ‘Are you okay? Who was that? What did they say?’ He did it again. I swore I’d never feel that numbness again, but my father always draws it out of me. Curling my fingers and toes, I try to come back to myself, hear the world around me, smell the food. My pussy clenched as I rubbed at my clit, eager to feel Xandra’s tongue on my pussy, licking, nuzzling, driving me wild towards my orgasm.As Xandra fell to her knees before me, Minx’s tongue wiggled into my asshole. It was so tiny, swirling, teasing, sending sensations rippling to my pussy. I groaned, shuddered. Xandra’s delicate fingers stroked my inner thigh as she leaned her face forward, her breath washing across my pussy.And she licked.“Oh, Xandra,” I moaned, her tongue sliding so. I pulled the sleeves up of mymother's white blouse and unwound some tissue to wipe the cum off myhand, before wiping it clean, I confess to rubbing my finger through itand smelling his cum. I smelt at my hand, and could smell the musky aromaof a man, of a cock, and at that single moment I became an addict forthat smell, the smell of men, their cocks and their cum.On walking back to the bedroom I checked myself in the hall mirrorbefore, straightening my skirt so that the zipper was.