Once there he placed a hand on my ass, drew me to him and kissed me passionately. I could feel his stiff cock press against my inner thighs which made...my own start to pulse between my legs. Thankfully my tight panties were holding it in place. Then he asked me to turn around a couple of times for him. “Wow Samantha you really have turned into a very pretty girl. Do you know what I do to pretty sissies like you?” I had a fair idea but nonetheless replied, “I don’t know. Why don’t you show me?” . I mean, unless her nipples came out, there isn't exactly a whole lot changing with the cleavage. I was a sixteen year old horny kid, what do you expect? Anyway, that little joke seemed to open up a new level of conversation. She was opening up more and said that he was the third guy she had ever fucked. As soon as I heard that, I started feeling my cock stir a little bit in my shorts. Here was this very pretty girl that is the same age as me and has already had sex with three different guys. I. I tried being quiet. Almost succeeded. Second one, though, I couldn't. I squealed. Moaned. Thrashed under his tongue.When I came down, my hands scrabbled at the sides of his head, urging him upward to me. When his lips met mine, his hard prong parted that other set of lips and he went into me where I was waiting, wanting.We were both primed for this one. My third one, he knew, was only a few thrusts away, coinciding with any amount of time he wanted. I pushed my hands against his chest, a sign. She is kneeling between my legs, seemingly in a pose of supplication, yet we both know I serve Her.I marvel at Her black hair glistening in the candlelight. She looks up at me, Her eyes filled with a primeval need that we both know she must satisfy.I feel my a stirring in my loins, She smiles with appreciation and Her gleaming white teeth provide backlighting to the parting deep red lips. Her mouth opens wider allowing her long pink tongue to escape. Watching it, I can almost think Her tongue.