The only one she didn’t like was “cunt.” It sounded slutty. She felt there was nothing distasteful with “beaver”, “bush”, “pussy”, �...�pubes”, “clit”, or “boobs.” They actually sounded cute.On the other hand, vagina and clitoris were too proper and better used in the doctor’s office. Mom used them up until the time she gave Emily “The Talk.” Since then, she just made subtle references.And then, there were the words “dick”, “cock” and “balls” that sounded tantalizing and more masculine than the. M.My friends commiserated with my bad luck, and left as the school quickly emptied of both pupils and staff on this bright and sunny afternoon. Feeling victimised, I trailed grumpily along to Miss Wilton’s classroom, deliberately arriving about five minutes late. Her room was the last one on the right in the upper corridor of the science and maths block, which was now quiet and deserted. When I arrived at Miss Wilton’s room I saw that she was the only other person there. Although it was warm. Here began Devon's journey, from a child to a young adult and perhaps to the crown. It wasn't a secret that the current King had been looking at Devon to take his place on the pedestal. As stated in the Royal Decree; "at anytime the King could step down from his place of honor and pick a successor." He then would then have an honorary place in the kingdom and the court. The King had already discussed the opportunity with Devon, Chadwick, as well as the panel of advisors, and they all were at. Ah, such moments a man lives for. However, it was she that proceeded unabated. I lacked the force to give voice or lead to my desires. At least…at first, I did. She had me lay back, and at her direction I was happy to do so. She mounted me…did those words truly fit? Would those be the right terms? At first, at least, she didn’t allow for penetration. Her pussy lay along my cock, and she readily shivered as she rubbed it along my length… She demanded control, and proudly announced her wetness to.