My fourteen year-old pussy was wet with excitement, drying cum running down my face, I felt like the sluttish girls in the movies I’d been watching ...ll night. I couldn’t wait until I could go again, but I’d have to be careful there couldn’t be too many fourteen-year-old sluts in the world.I was daydreaming in every class, wondering what my friends would think of me if they knew I’d swallowed cum from a man’s dick last night. I was tired from being up so late and cumming so much, I fell asleep. Mene ungli nikaal ke apne muh me rakh li or choosne laga. Prom ne meri or dekha or boli- Akele akele taste karoge bhaiya, or apna muh khol diya me samajh gya or hanste hanste apna muh uske muh ke oopar le gya or jor se thooka thoooo……Me: Ye le, kar le tateProm: Umm umm ummm, tasty heMe: Teri gaand me se nikli he to tasty to hogi hiProm: Nhi, aapke muh se nikli he isliye tasty heMe: Aisa kya, thoooo… is baar mene uske chehre ko bhiga diya pooraProm: Bhaiya tum to kutte hi ban gye.Me: Apni cute. Hatcher said. I raised an eyebrow. "It's Mr. Hollowell at the middle school." She pointed at the phone on her desk."Thank you," I said as I came around the counter. Damn. I guessed the Morris business hadn't gone away. The pickledick had probably gone to Butz. I realized that I'd thought of Morris as pickledick and decided no more cousins for me, either. They were contagious."Hi, this is Tony." Tony, this is Mr. Hollowell. We have a problem." Mr. Morris," I sighed."No, I haven't heard anything. 107 . . . 104 . . . I keep counting. Number after number after number. At some point I’m not supposed to be counting any more—I’m supposed to be on my knees in front of her. I slide down off the couch and kneel between her legs. I’m supposed to be topless, and I quickly remove my shirt. She says something and boops my nose, triggering a check-in with my limits. The word ‘green’ leaves my lips. I’m supposed to be turned on and I am, so badly, and it’s supposed to turn me on that I’m being turned.