Do you like what you see?” My face became flush and I couldn’t speak. “Well do you?” he asked again. “Um?” I still couldn’t speak. “It...��s ok if you do” he said, “I would like it.” I had been staring at Jake’s cock in the shower. He had a nice thick 6 inch dick when it was soft. I often wondered what it would be like hard. I answered, “Well yes I did like it.” “Do you want to see it now?” he asked. I said yes. He then pulled down his shorts and revealed his already hard 10 inch cock. I just stood. " Do you really see yourself that way?" Don't you?" Well, yes, I do now. I don't mind, though. I think it's great. You seem more real now."She turned to face me. She had a curious smile and said, "So you think my being a tramp is great, huh?" Sure, especially if every time you fuck, I get paid." Saying "Fuck" was a bold gamble. A few months earlier, Mom washed my mouth out with soap for saying "Shit" and that was after stubbing my toe.My words were almost like a slap to her face. She stared me. Leaning back she looked across to her desk, winking towards the tiny, blinking red light of a camera she had hidden on a shelf above her PC, hidden among some books. On the very realistic chance that this would be the one and only opportunity she would have with this boy, she wanted to make some memories that would last.She placed her hand on his lower back, forcing him down as she gripped the middle of her cock hard, squeezing it as she guided the plump mushroom tip towards his virgin hole.. He whispered about protection, and I told him I was on the pill. I'd asked Monica quite a few questions about him the weeks prior to this. From talking to her and James, I was very confident he was STD free.I cooed and moaned as we kissed, he was a good kisser, so I decided to see how good he was at pussy eating. I mumbled as I moved my hands to his shoulders that I wanted him to kiss me further down. I applied a bit of pressure pushing so he'd get the idea. It didn't take much effort for him.