His name was Derek – no, David. To the teenage me he was gorgeous; tall, dark and athletic and I thought, so smooth, so suave and so sophisticated.I... my early teens, I used to write his name on the inside of my diary along with little pink hearts. At school I used to daydream about being romanced by him, having lunch in McDonald's with him alone, walking through the streets and parks holding his hand.As I grew older, the dreams became more sexually oriented. The lunches became romantic dinners,. " I stammered like a babbling idiot. "Yeah right, you have already admitted that you are a virgin! Don't make me have to squeeze your virgin pecker off before you even get a chance to use it virgin!" she snorted with derision. "Now I said you wanna see some real pussy or not? I'm not going to ask you again," she said still holding my aching nuts firmly in her hand. "Y-yeah," I stammered feebly, awed and intimidated by her all the while my dick was getting so hard at the thought of seeing. ‘You like?’ she asked, eyes deep pools of lust. ‘God, yes!’ Stan rasped-out before she began again, sliding slowly, languorously down his penis until her gag reflex threatened, then lifting up slightly and sucking, sucking, twirling, teasing. The effect on Stan was incredible. Too soon, he knew he was going to come, and he knew he should tell her first. ‘Cu-Cumming!’ he managed, scant moments before the first pulse burst free. Anne appreciated the gesture, but she wanted his come. She needed to. I watched her slowly pulling her skirt up, “Since you made it here and I am feeling very generous… and horny… “ Her skirt was up to her waist now, her pink VS undies were stretched to the max, and on both sides were thick bushes of hair. I looked up at her, my eyes were bulged out, she reached forward and pulled me up by my tie and than pushed my head down “eat this pussy and make me cum, I will give you 500 dollars… BUT you need to get it done in less than 3 minutes, no fingering, just lick.