Boys used to come to me all the time asking for a kiss, as they knew they would get one. I mean, you never saw two boys kissing each other did you? Wh...n I turned fourteen my breasts started to develop naturally, but by then the damage had been done. I loved kissing. I loved being held. At the time, I could not pinpoint why kissing a boy sent such a thrill through me. I just felt so good and it was enjoyable. The boys seemed to like it as well.What with my frequent kissing sessions, I seemed to. When we were much younger , her and her husband would throw these wild parties. Everyone would dress sexy. The woman one day pulled all the wives into a room. Listen girls if you want to keep this lifestyle I’ll teach you the trick. We were all focused cause when we were in the party we all noticed our husbands looking at the younger women. The older woman unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. We all gasped. Her body covered in scars and bruises. I’m fine she said. He’s been beating me. Yeah, oh yeah dont stop baby Im gonna cum, oh shit daddy Im gonna cum she was screaming as her pussy got event tighter, twitching and pulsing around my dick. Oh shit thats it baby, cum all over that cock, cum all over daddys big black cock I moaned as I pounded through her orgasm. It took everything I had not to coat her pussy in my nut again as her tight lil cunt squeezed on my dick but I wanted her asshole and I was gonna fucking take it. She was collapsed against the desk trying to recover. I only went on when I was fucked up so there was always a big gap between my replies to these guys. Having a quick look I could see it was the usual 50+ overweight, small cocked men asking to bottom for me. Not my cup of tea at all. I was slim but relatively muscly, short back and sides with some piercing and tattoos, a bit of body hair here and there but nothing to worry about.One of the messages was from a guy in his 40's, he looked very well kept and had a tight body, muscles but not ripped.