“More?” he asked. “More, Faster!” He put three fingers inside pushing them fast and hard. Soon my world shattered. “Now you are ready,”...He said, looking at me with hunger. I thought at this point that he meant to finally fuck me, but that is not what he meant. He leaned his face into my pussy, flicking my clit with his tongue, sucking it gentle. “I am going to taste you now, the real you. Confession time. I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now.” My mind was blown. He has been. Sunday evening as he set a platter of spare ribs, sauerkraut and potatoes on the table and took his chair, he said, “Okay, guys, I get the picture. You can have your Christmas, but leave me out of it. I’ll give you twenty-five bucks each to buy presents for each other. If you want a tree, well you can hike up the mountain and cut one. But I ain’t buyin’ any presents and I don’t wanna see one under that tree with my name on it, ya hear! I mean it! If you try to sneak one in on me, it’s goin’. Not telling him I was drenched with sweat from all-night sex, I lied again.“Yep, I came back thinking I should change instead of wearing this,” I said.“Oh ok, I was going to shower and check it out myself.”“I’ll join you! I don’t mind showering again,” I smiled.“Sure!”A few minutes later, Michael pulled his cock out of my pussy, and ejaculated all over my ass in the shower. I smiled, turned around, and kissed him.The next morning, hours before our plane was due to return us home, Tony gently. She’d experienced this before, when kissing and ‘making out’ with boys, when they’d cuddled and snogged after nights in the Taverna, but the fact that it was happening without any form of physical stimulation was a novel experience.Almost without thinking, her hand had strayed ‘down there’ and she was amazed to discover that the lips there were glistening with moisture. Idly, she slipped a finger between them, and stroked lightly, astounded by how wet it had become.Involuntarily a light moan.