Unitl I was almost sixteen I was virtually breastless. I cringed at thought of having to shower in front of these girls who were tall, blond, and with...tits you could use as a floatation device. I looked scornfully at my reflection. Perhaps that is why I fell for Miss Crawford. We seemed to be feathers of the same ugly duckling. I helped Miss Crawford, who allowed me to call her Rachel when not in school, with the team, luging around equpment and assisting during practises. I was growing more. I felt so full, his dick is so thick. It felt so good. I knew he was going to make me cum. As I felt the contractions race through me my eyes flickered open and I saw the ecstasy on his face, he looked into my eyes and told me he was going to cum. We did it together. Terry can be so crude though. He says things that Tom would never even think let alone say. “Now be careful, don’t let your husband find any of that spunk in your knickers.” I mean, as if I would. Do I tell Tom about that? Do I. Before she could recover, Greg’s lips locked over her clit once more. Rendered senseless to anything except the exquisite pleasure once again, her head lashed back and forth on the ground beyond her control. At her side, she could hear David offering amused encouragement to his friend, but she couldn’t make out a single word. A knot somewhere between a tingle and an itch built beneath her mound, the first hints of an approaching climax. Greg’s tongue delved deep inside her, offering respite for. Occasionally this has led to me laying on my back to insure I can blast my load into my own face, or positioning myself almost upside down with my dick inches above my mouth for a self-facial…feeling each powerful spurt blasting against my skin, tasting my cum and feeling semen running down my chin onto my neck. So far, I have only had the pleasure of tasting my own cum…and I love it. As a cum lover, I am quite sure that I will enjoy the taste of all cum – not just my own. I look forward to.