I would read them, The girls were so beautiful. The stories were so erotic. I masturbated, I fantasized, maturbated again. But, I was just a teenage b...y.In college, I had a great time. Partied, had my share of girls.... What is known today as a “fuck boy”. I was very honest about who I was and what I wanted from them. Also, during this time I slept with a guy. He was one of my best friends. He was gay. I, well It really confused me at times. But in the end, I just used him for sex... sadly. Talan slid his hands over her stomach, feeling the soft heat of her skin and the firm muscles beneath. Alya had also been trained with weaponry, both the sword and the bow and there was very little fat on her lithe, supple body. Her arms were strong but the muscles were subtle and did not detract or distract from her overpowering femininity. Eventually his rubbing and kneading brought him up to her chest. Alya faced a silent debate within herself over moving her arm so he could see her breasts. "Without waiting for me to uncover my face, she just came up a bit, placed her hands on my tits and began thrusting the dildo again. "Oh, you have such a sexy body here, Joy. What mom wouldn't want to get you into bed? I can't believe just how dazzling you are."I nodded and brought my hands over hers. I breathed quite heavily and tried to deal with everything. The pain coming from the constant movement of that dildo and feeling to be in a sauna, while my heartfelt to be going into overdrive too. She was busy licking and sucking my prick clean, not that it was really dirty in the first place. She winked at me again, pushing her head back from her face as her eyes spoke of total reverence and devotion to me, her love and loyalty to her old man.My cock more than revived as it felt her warm, wet mouth enclose it, her tongue exploring its head. The more my Amy sucked and licked me, the harder I got, and I recalled that I should have still had morning wood. What happened to that? I should.