So if you add it up, she always gets over a dozen.”“With you, you mean.”Brave with wine, I replied, “Well, yes, that goes without saying. In o...e way or another.”“She’s very pretty.”“Yes, and elegant and athletic.”“So you like blondes?”“They’re pretty.”They laughed and Paola said, “So, even three or four times at a time, that’s still at least three times a day. At ten, at one, and at four. Pretty much on the hour every time.”They all nodded sagely and I said, “And at bedtime.”They goggled a. The closer I got to his place the more my pussy ached and the more wet it got. I couldn't control my excitement. I heard him over the phone moaning and stroking his cock! He kept saying my name and wishing I was there to fuck his pink asshole.I got to his place and I slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment just listening to his sounds. I paused outside his window and felt the wetness below. I put my hand inside my pants and started to finger my pussy in the rhythm of his moans. It didn't. “ Well make me your whore you son of a bitch.” I place my thumb at her asshole. As she is cursing me, I pop my thumb in her ass to the first knuckle. I want to ravage her now! “ You want to be my bitch,” I tell her. “ I am going to butt fuck you too.” I drive my thumb deep in her ass. She grunts, moans and screams. “ No you fucking bastard. No,” she yells at me. Her body presses back against my hand as I drive my fingers deep in and out of her cunt with my thumb up her ass. I'm pumping my hand. Her full soft lips touched mine. I had waited and wanted this for so long. I was shocked, I was unsure. She was 15, just a kid, I knew it was wrong. I pulled back, looked deep into those gorgeous blue eyes that looked like the ocean on a calm day glistening back at me. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. I couldn’t deny it; I loved her. I leaned back in, this time when our lips met it wasn’t a tender, nervous kiss. It was a kiss of passion, sparks flew in my brain, I parted my lips.