All the way in the edge of the woods, like in the wilds, but only about a 2 minute run to the house if we got scared. It was 14th birthday, and I was ...ith my 3 BFF’s, Tony, Stevie, and Mark. They were all 14, and were sipping on a bottle of Sloe Gin that we had a wino get for us. We were catching a buzz, and passing around a joint that Tony scored from his older brother, and roasting wieners over the fire. It was some bad ass weed, and with the alcohol and grass, we were feeling no pain, and. Yes, I need to be eaten. I’m so horny. I finger myself longer this time. A small drop falls from the spoon and lands on my nipple. I take the spoon and sc**** along the skin of my breast to scoop it up. The cold metal makes my nipple stand up nicely again. Using the bottom of the spoon, I smear a little more yogurt over the end of the nipple until it is completely covered in the reddish paste. A fingertip rubs across the erect nipple transferring much of the now warm yogurt leaving a little. I looked up at him as I leaned in. He smiled and I kissed the tip of his cock, tasting a hint of his bitter, syrupy cum. I wanted more. My girl friend Christina is like a lot of other women, she hates the taste of cum and will spit it out the second she gets a chance. Me, I used to crave it when I was younger. Of course, when I started out, I thought it was pretty gross too. At some point I stared to think of it as like an acquired taste like black coffee or a dark beer. I had acquired that. Rationally, it shouldn’t have been a big deal; he’d seen me naked before. However, I was far from rational as my throat tightened and I pressed my thighs together. I was drowning in shame. “Follow my instructions, Natalie, and this will pass quickly,” he said. His voice was calm, yet authoritarian. “Raise your arms above your head,” he ordered. I did as he instructed. “And now lift your breasts, please.” I felt the pinching in my eyes as I lifted them. He nodded. “Now turn around,” he.