I was horrified by the whole thing, but every time I caught his eye, I remembered what we’d done, and felt that nagging wetness begin again. Even t...ough I swore not to let it happen again, three days later he found me in a secluded corner of the family library. I don’t know how it came about, he must have said something, I must have said something back. All I know is that I ended up on my knees with his penis down my throat again. This time he pulled out and splattered his seed all over my. I hadn't been this sexually aroused in all my life, not even in my halcyon days, the salad days of my youth.But it was wearing on me, too. The images would flood in and, within seconds, I would be harder than at any time in my history. With my erection needing immediate relief--if I were to vanquish the head pictures--which I fulfilled by masturbating. I was masturbating so often, during any given day, my prick was now chronically sore. And twice, it had bled, with the blood intermingling with. The next day she woke up the next day felling a little different and she didn’t know how but something was different and she knew it. She was on her way to school with her friend Brad and she started to do something weird she took Brad and went to the most hidden place she knew no one would find them. Brad started worrying saying “what’s up Jenny?” Jenny said “shut the fuck up Brad” she said as pulling down his pants showing his 4 inch dick soft but seeing jenny take of her breast plate. I went to the front door to make sure everyone was gone and my mom had not come back because she forgot something. Everyone was gone, the house was still and silent, yet a soft breeze made the house creek a little. I stood for a moment then turned down my hallway to go to my room. As I entered my room I thought about Elliot some more. The more I thought of her the more I wanted to grab her small,soft,perky tits. Elliot and I go back to the 6th grade when we were 11. We are both much older now.