I am 24 years old and my figure is 36-28-36. I am a teacher. This series will follow my sex experiences. This is a softcore erotica and the story has ... slow progress theme. You can send me your reviews and comments at This story is about my first experience when I was 18. I was in my 12th class. I used to have a crush on a guy named Rahul in my class. He had an average built but he was a singer, so yea many girls along with me had a crush on him. One of his friends told me that he liked me too.. He came in the door, looking like he just stepped out of a shower after playing golf and taking a sauna. He nodded toward me, then picked up my son, buried his mouth beneath Billy's chin and said, "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble."That started it all over again and all three of them got the same treatment, although the girls pretended to protest.He came over to me. "Is all that stuff in the truck yours?"What an odd question. "Of course it is." Hmm. You know, I don't think you're going to need a lot of. ”“Good! Good!” She shuddered on the table.I ripped my fingers out of her cunt and moaned, “Roll over onto your back.”As she did, I sucked her sweet cream off my digits. I savored the taste. My futa-dick throbbed. She rolled onto her back, her big boobs quivering. She thrust her legs up and planted them on my shoulders. I gasped as she pulled me towards her.I slid my digits out of my mouth and purred, “What a wicked teacher you are. I've never had someone throw their legs over my shoulder.”She. His thoughts were popped like a bubble as a crystalline, pink spike the size of a knitting needle embedded itself in the chassis of a nearby car with a dull thud. It passed so close to his head that he heard it whistle, missing him by less than an inch. Its pink glow slowly faded as he dove into cover, a trio of follow-up shots shattering the glass of a car door where he had just been standing.Not knowing where the fire was coming from, he huddled behind one of the cars, peeking out and praying.