Her head whirled inside and she fell against the washer to keep from falling over with dizziness.Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? B...t even as she wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started finger-fucking herself.Each inhalation of her brother's. I remember finding myself in a swimming pool locker room, surrounded by dozens of older women flashing their big bushes and caesarean scars at one another, and feeling weirdly smug, because, at only sixteen, I had the biggest tits in the room. So, as long as I’m laying it all on the table, I won’t deny that being “big" also gave me a bit of a kinky thrill, which hastened my growth as a sexual person. I would stand in front of the bathroom mirror, and lift them up to feel their weight; I’d. Then as Marie and I talked through the afterglow I watched as Monica snowballed my cum into Julie mouth. After that experience it was hard for me to focus on Marie. As Marie and I said goodnight Julie and Monica finished licking my cock clean.Since it was Saturday, Julie was staying overnight at the house. This meant that I now had two young females to satisfy and to be satisfied by. When we went to bed that evening the three of us settled into the confined quarters of Monica's double bed. This. A fair few would even elicit a blush and a smile and a few blissful weeks would be spent in sweaty embraces under the bedsheets every afternoon after school. But while she'd chat for hours about the socio-political studies, or the implications of Godel's incompleteness theorem on the nature of truth, the consensus was established that she was a dull girlfriend as she was never one to go out, go to parties, or really do anything couply at all. Other than fuck.The ones that did not grow bored of.