"No. I'm ready for another position, lover boy. Think you can handle more of this tight pussy?" Mmmmmmmmm," I groaned. "Only if you ride my cock, swee... stuff." You like a woman on top?" she asked, a look of pure lust on her face."Ride me, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy ride my cock."It didn't take long for her to climb on me and straddle my hips, lowering her full, sexy body on me and bounced up and down on my cock. I was in pure heaven."Oh God that feels so fucking good!" I hissed,. I was just staring at them, stunned, fascinated by how their smallish nipples rose from smooth, hairless flesh. I took the towel, and held them - my breasts - up closer, feeling their weight on my hands, and feeling the towel on them. I shrieked, an unfamiliar high pitched yelp."What in the name of Reba McIntyre's hair colorist is the matter with you?" The hard hitting heavily accented woman looked over at me, and saw that I was cradling my breasts with the towel. "You're acting like you grew. I've chosen to wear a short, black skirt over gray stockings with pretty rose detailing, and a black tank top. Technically, we're not supposed to wear tank tops to school, but since it is after hours and I'm growing bored with subtlety, I've removed my sweatshirt so that Mr. Thompson might get a better look at my sizeable chest and petite figure. I'm no supermodel, but puberty has been surprisingly kind to me, so although I may only stand a little over 5'3" I am well-proportioned. More than. I got back into the hot water, my knees like rubber now. weak, unable to resist putting on bras and stockings when i jacked off. and my gloves. the gloves i had hidden under my mattress for a year before i could actually ejaculate. i wore them at night imagining strong, sexually aggressive girls making me do things embarrassing. at first; my first sexual preferences were older girls. bossy and kinky. then a sexual fantasy that swept me away came to me with several gushing nocturnal emissions. i.